CRASH!

Literally.

Last weekend had to be the most surreal experience of my 22 years on this sweet sweet earth. On my way to meet up with friends I was hit by a taxi and rushed to the emergency room. I have no recollection of the event and have no desire to remember my body coming into contact with a three ton vehicle. For some reason people thing that's odd. I think they're odd.

As a result of this near tragic event my family has become even more terrified of my independence and (ir)responsibility. It was a mistake, a lapse in judgment. I don't blame them for being anxious, but it's hard enough going through this traumatic experience without your family judging you. Eh, I'll live. I mean... I'm living. oh geez. That's another thing. I'm uncomfortably calm about what happened to me. I didn't see any flashing lights or experience euphoria. There were no strokes of genius or life-changing ideas that sprung into my head while I was in the hospital. I just had the overwhelming desire to be outside in the clean cool air and away from the sick, decrepit stench of that hospital room. I am so lucky to be alive, there is no denying that, but I don't value life any more than I did before the accident. I have been in love with life for a while now, and continue to love life.

I felt I should write about the accident, but I'm kind of embarrassed by my lack of life-changing exuberance.

I'm alive.

I am ecstatic to be alive.

I love my life and everyone in it. I really do!




I'm out.

You betta werk... Netwerk that is...

I've had this on my mind for a few weeks. Just thought I'd let it loose on the world...

Getting to New York is only one step in this ongoing process to attain "success." There are numerous other necessary things to do in order to achieve my goal(s). One of which is networking. Networking. Now, this action is incredibly difficult considering there are right ways and wrong ways to make connections. Never have I actively networked with a clear understanding of what I wanted to get out of the connection, not because it wasn't important to me, but because that's just not how I operate. I've been to a few parties in the city and have witnessed some shameless, embarrassing attempts at networking that just make you extremely uncomfortable for both parties, for instance- Picture a raging dance party where two people are standing right outside the door, getting some air, maybe smoking a cig, when all of a sudden, bursting into their private conversation the networking assailant appears. This person loudly interjects useless information they believe somehow pertains to a conversation they carelessly interrupted, then immediately delves into a rehearsed introduction of who they are and what they do, pulling out a wad of business cards in the process and shoving one of them at the unsuspecting stranger who was innocently catching up with a friend. The assailant stands there presumptuously, waiting for a response and there's dead silence. The kind of still silence you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. So, what I'm trying to say is - DON'T DO THAT, it's creepy.
Here's my strategy at getting my foot in the door (we'll find out if it words ha): Show talent. Be nice. Repeat. And it doesn't help that if I don't like someone there is a very small chance I will continue a relationship with them. Not worth it. I mean unless it means a once in a lifetime opportunity. Then, alright, I may just swallow my pride and compromise? Maybe? ha. I just feel like networking should be fun, and you should enjoy the company of the people who can potentially help you. I have a friend who is killer at networking, because he's mastered the art of showing genuine interest... or he's mastered masking the superficiality of it all... same thing? Either way, he's good.
It's all about who you know guys and dolls. Plain and simple. What a world.


And today I am off to interview for a grown up job. sweet.



I'm out.

It's up to you New York, NY

Alright. I've been bumbling around this city for a few months now and I must say I have thoroughly enjoyed what DC has to offer, but more and more I am wondering if spending a year here is what I really want.

I have met a ton of really awesome people. People with good hearts and great minds that have shared their lives with me =) It's good to know I have friends here!

However, there is this itching I can't ignore. This feeling buried beneath my happiness. A discomfort. An uneasiness. A question. What can DC offer me? As a "writer," whatever that means, NY just seems like the best place for me. Politics is what runs the district, hands down, and for a while I was trying to find a niche for myself amidst health care reform and various other significant political battles, but have been unsuccessful. I like politics, but having a career in the field does not stir up any awe-inspiring feelings. I'm a wayward soul haha I'm just restless here. I need my city. I miss my city.



So I'm going back.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen I am returning to the NYC after months of serious deliberation and an accumulation of amazing experiences. I have a plan. All I have to do is execute it! I even have a deadline! I'm so ready.

I'm not sure how everything just clicked, but it did. NY.



I love you.


I'm out.