Easy&amazing appetizer! (Taken with instagram)
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Pittsburgh proud. Looking to make my next move {marketing, social media, strategy} while wrapping up the last year of my MBA part-time and working in higher education.
I like fancy clothing and running shoes. I stop to talk to every dog I see.
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Signs of adulthood: Realizing, yes, that the remainder of your life will be about you choosing to be happy; about applying yourself to retain a measure of sanity despite unpleasant variables, i.e. your mother having cancer, your husband shipped to the wilderness, your own medical test results painfully slow coming.
It will be about recognizing the depth of this phrase: This is all you have.
It’s funny (see: curious) to think about happiness over the age of 21. How often do you actually feel happy? Or, how many times do you delude yourself by justifying your own unhappiness? Example: You will relax into happiness once your debt is cleared; once your test results come back as hoped; once you move out of your crumbling apartment, etc. An adult move is realizing that if you don’t stop and choose the hard work of simply being happy, happiness will always elude you. Once you hit 21, happiness is no longer automatic nor guaranteed. (Image)
“ Don’t expect everybody will love your work. Rule of thumb is 35% will love it. 35% will hate it. And 35% will be indifferent. I know that adds up to 105%, but I’m a writer precisely because I’m so bad at math. My point is this: your job is to write, or blog, or design, or paint, or pick stocks, or whatever, for the 35% who believe in you and love your work. Forget about the rest.
Melanie Gideon, author (via theeverygirl)
(Source: theeverygirl.com, via theeverygirl)
Thank you, Pittsburgh. Porkway traffic GRUNTS along.
If I had unlimited funds, I’d buy JCK all of this (yes, I realize this is for Father’s Day and Jeff is not a dad, but all of this J.Crew bizzzzz still applies to him).
(Source: pittsburgh-sports)
It is finally moving weekend. While I’m really excited to move into our new apartment, I’ll certainly miss our first little place together. We learned if we could survive living together here. We got engaged here. Jeff was promoted 3(!!) times while we lived here and I crossed off 3 MBA semesters. We had so much to celebrate here and we drank a whole boatload of champagne to prove it.
So here is to you, little Shadyside apartment with only one bathroom, one bedroom, terribly-insulated windows and a questionable coin-op laundry room (were our clothes ever actually clean?).
Our time with you has been just lovely.
