Since our wedding is a little over six months away and we’re starting to really take our health seriously, the fridge is starting to look a different these days.
If you take away nothing else from my blog, I really hope these tips will be useful especially for us 20-somethings striving to live comfortably with our 9-5 salaries.
This year, since my birthday is just a week before Turkey Day and I recently moved to a new apartment, I decided to combine the festivities and hold a Friendsgiving party.
By now, I’ve let all of you in one some of my favorite things. We’ve discussed the ice cream thing and I disclosed my love for coffee. Now that we know we’ve gotten to know each other, I’m ready to really dive in and discuss one of my most guiltiest of pleasures…
Since being exhausted is no fun, I decided to share my favorite things that help me get right to bed.
For years, I’ve turned down plenty of invitations to join friends at Bikram and hip-hop yoga classes because I felt once I made the jump to yoga, I’d become a pretentious L.A. hipster who prides themselves on drinking organic beer.
I’ve loved Tracee Ellis Ross ever since Girlfriends. In my head she’s Auntie Tracee. Although her hair has always been goals, she’s been killing it lately.
Insecurity is something I’d like to say we all deal with. If you disagree, I’m calling you on your lie. Recently, I’ve been feeling increasingly insecure. It could be the new job. Since starting five months ago every now and then I feel when I take one step forward, gaining my footing, I take two steps back. Kind of like a humbling tango. Or, this decline in confidence could also be due to my upcoming wedding and the panic I endure every few weeks about the fact that someone has chosen ME to be with them for the rest of their life. I’ll lay in bed thinking “Me? Is he sure he wants to be with this forever?” or “It’s only a matter of time before my flaws start wearing at him and he’s sick of me.” I beat myself up for even thinking these self-doubts. Then, I beat myself up even more for being insecure, especially when I scroll through my Instagram timeline and see other women living their best life via swimsuit photos …
So I’m engaged. *cue balloons, streamers, and questions about when we’re having babies.*
The quarter-life crisis. It looks like binge-watching Love & Hip-Hop while reevaluating your decision to go to college as you sip sparkling wine because you’re not on champagne level yet.