Female: Part Three

I originally planned to make this post centered around sexual assault. I have the post drafted, and maybe it will find it’s way into the world someday, but I decided none of my commentaries were revolutionary to the issue. It’s a problem too big and complicated to be tackled by the neighborhood blogger. It doesn’t mean I am not a prevention activist, it just means I’m still deciding how to contribute and speak to the solution.

Instead, I want to focus on a positive of the female experience. The major influences in my life. My go-to girls. The women that have shaped me.

I’ve been gifted in my life to be surrounded by truly astounding women. I want to focus in on the dynamics of a few different relationships that have developed throughout my life. The mother. The bestie. And the mentor.

For me, all those roles are filled by women. And while not everyone shares the same experience, like some people look for male role models for guidance where I look to a past camp counselor turned sorority sister, these relationships have helped to develop the fundamentals of my character. And there’s no other way to celebrate all they’ve given me than with the final installment of Female.

The Mother.

I once told my mom she was my best friend. She replied that was sad and I should look for some friends my age. From the very beginning, my mother has filled the support role, but she’s also filled the “please be realistic” role. Even as she cheered on the horribly composed songs of my pigtail days, she reminded me that not every celebrity story is as glamorous as Taylor Swift’s. She keeps me on target and ready to go.
She’s a hardworking woman that never stops bettering herself to better her team. That’s a trait I hope to develop as I join the real world at her side. She is my working woman role model day after day after day. Through our relationship, I’ve learned how to communicate effectively with others, finding words that add to a conversation and fix problems. And I’ve come to realize, this is not a skill all people have. She’s taught me to trade petty for potential and repair mistakes rather than defend them in anger. I’ve learned humility and hope and patience and priorities. Every time someone says I remind them of her, I feel like I’m getting closer and closer to my goals. To my Mother, thank you for all you contribute to my womanhood.

The Bestie. 

In my case, I have quite a few. My friendships have grown in numbers since my “I only have seven friends, and one of them is my cousin” days. For those who aren’t familiar, that was an insult written to me anonymously on social media. Little did the attacker know it was all too true to be mean. With each woman that joins my life, I learn a new thing. I think my immediate high school friend group taught me that girls grow stronger together. They’ve shown me what true investment in a relationship is. My college friends have listening ears like no other and have shown me that I can’t fix my friends, I can only support them as they work to fix themselves. And my sorority sisters continue to impress me with their abilities to inspire uniqueness while also creating unity.
All these relationships thrive off the fundamental pillars of effort and loyalty. I think there is something so special about the relationships that form between female friends. Obviously, those crying-over-Halo-Top-“I can’t live without you” bonds are life-changing, but I’m even talking about the surface connections we make every day.  I really believe that effort in a relationship is only due where it is reciprocated, and I’m proud to say there are few situations in my life where I have to act on that belief. To my besties, thank you for all you contribute to my womanhood.

The Mentor. 

I’ve been lucky to have quite a few badass ladies inspire me in my life. The influence of some lasting longer than others. But what I’ve come to learn from all these relationships, is that no matter how different their life paths, each of these women pose as guidance in a different way. I’ve always struggled with the idea of asking someone to be my mentor, but as I reflect on these people’s roles in my life, I see that they’ve always been fulfilling that purpose, whether they know it or not. And I am beginning to see the relationships as more symbiotic, because I can contribute to their support network, too.
Aside from professional development, my mentors are responsible for some of my biggest emotional developments, too. There is so much I owe to these open lines of communication, I’m honestly struggling to put it all into words. In the end, I think the biggest thing they’ve created in me in my independence. My comfort with being alone and how to proudly build confidence in it. Of course, I have down days, but turning to these women minimizes the effects and reminds me that happiness with myself is a gift I’m lucky to have.
When I dissect moments I share with my mentors, I hope to one day fill these shoes for someone else. Help another girl find herself in the mess of unfair expectations and the unnecessary isolation of growing up. I work to be that for my sister by sharing my experiences so she knows she can share with me, too. To my mentors, thank you for all you contribute to my womanhood.

These relationships will not apply to the entirety of the female population, this post was meant to inspire you to be grateful for the female relationships that are present in your life. I’ve been blessed with so many, too many, not enough. And my collection keeps growing with every step I take and every hand I shake. Look around you and appreciate it! Whether it’s just a mother, just a friend, just a mentor, or all of the above and more.

Being a woman can be hard sometimes, but it’s never impossible. Now, not a day goes by that I’m not thankful for this experience. I know that I face every day with an army of millions that will stand in stilettos just to support me.

I think this mini-series has served its purpose: to inspire me to be more mindful of my female experience. No profound call to action, no wish for a better tomorrow. Just me, loving what I got.  Can I get a “girl power?”


Stuck in my head: Goodmorning // Bleachers
Snap it: Union Market (crying because the wall is already gone)

 

Instagram Influencer Unloaded.

Nothing says you’ve made it like jaw-dropping platforms, cityscapes, and avocado toast. And for a lucky few, life is all Intsa all the time. Enter the newest profession every teenager with an iPhone and reflective sunglasses dreams about: The Influencer.

These iconic profiles are known for top-level lifestyles and unforgettable photos. Most have distinctive offerings– travel, beauty, food. And lately, some of our favorite social media faces have moved on to a new trend. Selling through selfies. Call it being a millennial, call it the progression of advertising. I call it the start of the disingenuous profile.

Let me backtrack for all my not-so-Instagram obsessed friends. A huge avenue in marketing right now is using the Instagram famous to promote products in a natural, “this is what I use and I love it” kind of way. And in this shift, I’ve seen more and more influencers become self-focused, rather than specialty-focused.

All of a sudden some of my favorite foodie pages are less plate, more face. It’s one thing to build on the personality behind a page, but by losing the #eaaats vibe, the theme of the profile changes.

Style moguls, design experts, lifestyle bloggers. I followed for a reason and I trust you to respect that. And while there’s always the unfollow, I have a sense of loyalty to the pages that once inspired me. You’ll have to excuse me, I’m clearly experiencing major emotional distress over it. 

Being a marketing major and social media “obsesser,” all this is super interesting to me. But, it’s also important to how everyone else, aka you, is posting, too. If we’re going to see this major change from specifics to selfies, it might be time to hop on the trend to stay relevant on the platform. Guess it’s time to order the LuMee Selfie Phone Case (for perfect lighting every time, duh).

To wrap it all up and pull it all together, the influencer class is going to keep shifting so it can keep growing… and monetizing their talent. Instagram doesn’t have to be just a hobby for some, it can be a real life J-O-B. The tradeoff is downgrading the quality of the profile. But tbh, if it meant getting to travel the world for the double tap, I would probably do it too. 

So I guess I’ll just be scrolling past the #ads to find the pages that get me excited to be part of such a creative medium.


Stuck in my head: Lady Lie // Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Snap it: Chinatown, DC

Headphones in…

Before I was ~cultured~, the only iTunes playlist that got any attention was, undeniably, my Taylor Swift collection. In between sessions of fangirling and building my shrine, I downloaded endless hours the pop-country crossover. It was part of my identity. I was Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift was me.

Let me set the scene for you and really let you grasp the scale of my dedication. I turned my room into a photo gallery, pasted her outfits on my mirror for inspiration, left sleepaway camp for her concert (1 of many), memorized her addresses (and took pictures outside when I visited), had fan pages, and blocked close friends on social media for criticizing her. Honestly, this list could go on, but let’s leave me with some dignity.

It wasn’t just her that I loved, it was the way her music made me feel that I fell in love with. Knowing all the words to a song is exciting. Knowing all the words to all the songs on every album is a sense of community. And it wasn’t until my senior year of high school, 6.5 years after the obsession started, that I realized other artists could make me feel the same way.

Discovering new sounds was incredible. Landmark Music Festival was a huge turning point for me, as was growing to love MC and the music he listened to. I’ve found some of my favorite music since then: Houndmouth, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, HAIM, Lorde. My transition from Swift to the streets (this is a reference to the college essay I wrote on her) marked my *true* maturity.

So while walking the Dover Downs at Firefly (a music festival) this past weekend the question that caught my eye was “what does music do for you?” And it took me a hot second to figure it out, but I think music has helped me grow and change and seek new opportunities. It’s taught me that you can always find a new passion, and it doesn’t have to replace an old one.

I’ll always be willing to trade an arm and a leg for another chance to stand stage side at Taylor’s concerts. It’s part of who I am and what I love. I just don’t need to wear an entire outfit with her face on it and talk to pictures of her anymore.

Wow, look at all this adultness. If you knew me between 2011-2015 you probably thought this day would never come. Well, same.


Stuck in my head: Sober II (Melodrama) // Lorde
Snap it: Firefly Music Festival

18 on 18

I’ve always been the baby of the bunch & I honestly never minded it. Lately I’ve been facing the crisis of becoming an adult. Like hello, I swear I was 8 yesterday wearing my Little Mermaid nightgown and eating Easy Mac like it was crack and I was an addict. I recently realized that I am totally unprepared to be responsible for myself. I don’t really even know how to use an oven- what if I starve because I get tired of microwave/toasted/grilled/raw food? Enter hyperventilation. What’s better than calling all the adults you know and begging for life-hacks? Blogging to all the adults you know for life-hacks.

Dear people who successfully turned 18 once upon a time, please ease my transition.

  1. Is my metabolism slowly going to slow down until I can’t just eat pizza whenever I want?
  2. Do lunges ever get easier?
  3. Can I still call my dad about every medical question I have… and business question… and homework questions… And life questions?
  4. What is a mortgage?
  5. Am I expected to memorize my social security number now?
  6. What is a social security number?
  7. Do I need my own insurance or something?
  8. Am I supposed to like caviar now?
  9. Will I automatically like the taste of alcohol now that I’m an adult?
  10. Is it socially acceptable to go to work slightly hungover?
  11. How do you pay taxes?
  12. What is a lease and how do you sign it?
  13. How tough is the job market really?
  14. Do I actually have to read the print on documents before I sign them now?
  15. Do I have to watch the news for fun?
  16. Should I actually separate colors and whites when I do laundry?
  17. Who is my doctor now?
  18. Is it okay to miss being a kid sometimes?

Who knows maybe none of this will even apply to me. I could marry some rich man that knows all about being old and just cruise through life like I was 17. As if. We all know I have plans for myself. And none of them involve an old man paying my bills (unless it’s my dad, but he’s not old, just seasoned).

So I guess it’s time to figure this whole life thing out. Calling all the life professionals- watch out, I’m moving in.

 


Stuck in my head: Cecelia & The Satelite // Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness
Snap it: El Centro, DC

+Info: Taco Tuesday at El Centro is the way to turn 18. & welcome to the adult club, Molly. So thankful for sharing closets and sharing birthdays. & Olivia is the best roommate ever. Ok. I’m done. 

VegWeek

Ok fine. Veg4Days. Better? This week I decided to try what all my favorite bloggers call home, veganism. I know, it’s crazy, but I just wanted to see if I could pull it off. It was a journey that was cut short by my love for candy, meat, and & normal food. So here’s my week/4 day battle-

Every good trip starts with prep. You wouldn’t just hop on a plane to Paris with no plan (well unless you’re like Carrie Bradshaw or something). Yeah, I didn’t get that memo. I woke up Monday morning and just decided this week I would be vegan. My “prep” was basically reading my granola bar labels and crying because they all contained dairy. Cue week of PB and rice cakes.

Monday: Not going to lie, I woke up craving eggs. But I shoved that feeling down along with some oatmeal & ran off to Cava for the day. I was honestly really excited to tell people I was going vegan for the week. The reception was really great & they wished me luck with my meat and chocolate cravings. Honestly, I was hungry most of the day because I was scared of eating something “illegal.” This resulted in thousands of google searches. “Is hummus vegan?” “Are veggie straws vegan?” “Is water vegan?”  I was Googles most active user that day. Pretty sure my award is in the mail. The rest of the day consisted of an easy cava bowl, like 5 rice cakes, and 4 hours at a ropes course challenge with my scholars class. I went to bed hungry. Or should I say hangry

Tuesday:  Woke up hangry and craving eggs again. What is it with the eggs? I swear. No granola bars today so hello PB & apples all day. I missed lunch due to poor time budgeting so just imagine me hungry in my econ lecture stalking pictures of steaks online. I know. I’m pathetic. Dinner was super easy, the dining hall had a ton of options. I settled on a tofu topped salad and lentil avocado bowl. #satisfieduntil11pm… enter pita chip attack that ended with me throwing away a quarter full bag. If you can’t control it, escape it. I am taking control of my pita chip addiction. I also, via the Internet, learned that Swedish Fish and Sour Patch Kids are vegan. Go fish and kids!

Wednesday: I went into today knowing there was going to be temptations since the Cava snapchat series Hummus Hacks was making a fancy grilled cheese. I tried to stay strong but the harissa and crispy bread was so enticing (I was drooling). I gave in to the craving and honestly it was so worth it. I would fail at veganism 100+ times if it meant I got to eat that sandwich again. Mentally I decided to start over and keep trying; emotionally I was already thinking about the chicken I wanted for dinner. I convinced myself to have a animal productless meal in the end, but that was ruined by the gummy bears I devoured during my study group. I stress eat candy, that’s what was there, totally justified.

Thursday: I woke up and decided to post this today instead of Monday because there was no way I was making it. So I’m writing this to you while eating my chocolate covered protein bar and planning my lovely meat-filled lunch. I had chicken with avocado. My heart is happy again. 

Here’s the breakdown- I wanted to give a go at the vegan lifestyles I see on Instagram and blogs all the time. If they can do it, I can do it, right? I’m my head I pictured days full of beautiful açai bowls and fresh fruit with almond butter. Reality- I life in a dorm with no kitchen and less food choices. & honestly, the appeal of the livestyle is more their amazing bodies and inspiring food photography than the actual commitment to being vegan. 

When it comes down to it, this really taught me that going vegan isn’t a choice, it’s a lifestyle change and requires dedication and flexibility. It also emphasized that being vegan doesn’t equal a healthy diet. I ate more carbs (@pita chips @rice cakes) to fill in for other things I cut out. And last of all, it requires a motive. I personally don’t see cons in eating animals and I naturally eat a meat heavy diet, so there was no drive in my effort. I was doing it to try something new, but my fundamental beliefs about food and creating a healthy diet remained unchanged.

To wrap this up let me just say go vegans. If you can do it and you believe in it then I applaud you.

It’s not that the vegan lifestyle didn’t chose me, it’s that I didn’t chose it. 

Great, now I’m craving a hamburger.


Stuck in my head: Still Sane // Lorde
Snap it: Cava HQ

Note to Dad: you’re probably very satisfied with these results based on how you reacted to my brief middle school attempt at vegetarianism. I get it now. Meat is important to a growing body. Never again will I go against you. Please no retroactive punishment. 

Little fish, Big Ocean… Scared Fish.

Call me a business woman and welcome me to the real world because I officially have a LinkedIn profile. I feel like I should have a second bat mitzvah- “You exist to future employers now! You’re adulting!” Cue Torah reading, emotional Dad speech, cake, Cha-Cha Slide, & T-Shirts that say “www.linkedin.com/ln/jordanmetzman”.

The power of social media is truly astonishing to me. I mean, I spend almost every available moment of my life on it or thinking about it, but I can never really get over how influential it can be. A picture is worth a thousand words, so what’s an Instagram profile worth?

LinkedIn is something my business classes have been focusing on a lot lately. With the central theme of your building personal brand, the site is one of the most essential tools to market yourself online. Its connective power draws in users from across the globe, but my favorite thing about it is the sense of community and excitement that comes with clicking the “connect” button. The possibilities are endless and with so many users, it feels like the whole world is at the keyboard of my Macbook. I seem to be facing one little problem though-how do I summarize myself and my aspirations in one box in couple sentences? I feel like “Somewhere between kale, a cronut, a college student, & a DC enthusiast” isn’t going to cut it this time.

I’ve been reading through a lot of other students’ bios and they all start the same, “Student at University of Maryland majoring in…” And while that’s a great intro I can’t help but think (hello, am I Carrie Bradshaw yet?) that’s not really how I want to introduce myself to the entire world. I’m more than just a student and I want to establish that from the beginning. Every business scholars student primarily takes the same classes and graduates with the same degree- I want to show them why I’m valuable and why I’m more invested than the girl down the hall.

But, I don’t want to let my professional experiences define me either, even though they’ve taught me so much more about the industry than I’d ever imagined knowing at 17. I want to be my favorite moments and my stories, my ventures into DC, my VSCO photos, my traveling, my hours on the stairclimber, my sunglasses collection, my chinese food order, & my trials and errors (the tragic day I failed my drivers test comes to mind).

There is so much I want to be, and that one. little. box. is so daunting.

As I sit, watching the cursor blink at me because I haven’t typed anything for like a half hour and am now avoiding the situation (& continuing to avoid the situation) by writing this, all I want to do is make a list of things I love with a nice little note that says “If your brand message is something I can commit to with all my heart, please contact me.” But that’s not really how the business world works, unless you’re Gigi Hadid & everyone wants to work with you already. Unfortunately, I’m not Gigi Hadid. It’s okay, save your condolences, I’ve already come to terms with it and am ready to move on. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

Next steps? I’m going to suck it up and write a generic student summary of myself for now but pray to God that if I ever apply for a job I get an interview.

Because see, telling stories is kinda my thing and I’ve been practicing my handshake.

Oh, hey, plus side to all this, my profile picture is cute, so basically life is good.


Stuck in my head: Shovels & Dirt // The Strumbellas
Snap it: Key West, FL

The Truth about Long Distance Relationships…

Let me first start by stating that I am not a relationship person. Well, I wasn’t a relationship person. Now I probably have to categorize myself as a relationship person because its socially incorrect to have a boyfriend for a year and call yourself “not a relationship person.” Right?

My point- they were all right, long distance sucks. I mean where is this so-called boyfriend when you look smokin’ hot and just want someone to tell you that. I’ll tell you where he is, he is a long distance away. But more than that, I never really imagined it being this hard. I mean MC (that’s him, that’s the boy) and I spent the whole summer apart (RIP summer 16 please never come back) and it wasn’t great, but we survived. Still, college seems to be a very very different ballpark than summer camp. All of a sudden it’s hard to even text because he’s in class and I’m at the gym, or I’m out with friends and he’s eating a meal, and the fact that he is currently living off a flip phone (the “Trap Phone”) makes this all the more impossible.

All of the above aside I’ve learned three things about long distance, and I call them “THE BIG Fs:”

F #1: Fighting. Get used to it. Every sentence feels pointed and offensive sometimes. Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s not him, it’s distance. It has inserted itself all up in there in your relationship and made you think the world is ending with every word, but it’s not, you are just slowly going insane from lack of constant attention. Or at least I am. Please pray for me.

F #2: Finding. Seeing each other is actually so hard to coordinate. MC and I are only 40 minutes away from each other but we might as well be in different states in different countries on different planets. I don’t have a car, he doesn’t have a car. I don’t have a free weekend until October 6th, he doesn’t like that I don’t have a free weekend until October 6th (don’t shoot the messenger, shoot the business scholars program). As you can see, planning is tedious and horrible and hard and heartbreaking, but you just have to suck it up and pull out your day planner. Yes, I use a day planner. Google Calendar is too advanced for me. I’m working on it.

F #3: Friendship. Honestly, sometimes it feels like we’re back to those unfortunate 3 years before I realized MC wanted to be more than friends because all you can do is text and Facetime. I’m talking middle school level relationship right here. Static. Minimal excitement. Here’s an excerpt from our messages today:
MC: U done?
Me: No ugh so much hw i am dying
MC: its been four hours tf
Me: Econ
I don’t know about you, but that sounds like real good, stimulating, engaging conversation right there. Love that stuff. 

But in the end, that moment when I am finally hugging him and smelling his smell (I am not creepy, after a year I can sniff my boyfriend and have it not be creepy, okay? You date someone for a year and then get back to me.) make every single F worth it. At least for me, when I see guys at school all I can think is “wow, college has really cute boys, but why give up a good thing while it’s still good.”

And that right there erases those miles real quick. 


Stuck in my head: Cigarette Daydreams // Cage the Elephant
Snap it: Reflection Pool, DC

Related but unrelated: Happy anniversary. 

 

New Day, New Cava Bowl

If you know me at all, even on some tiny minuscule “hi I’m jordan” level, then you have probably heard me talk about this thing called Cava. Well, I’m not only a dedicated enthusiast of the DC startup but I am also a social media intern at the brands HQ in DC (such a formal little introduction there).

I’m not just bragging about the fact that I work in the marketing department at the best food place in the world, but I wanted to take the chance to share a little about my experience as an intern and how I got started. I realize that most people who read my blog are already in the working world (hi family members & friends) but this ones for all the high schoolers and college freshmen out there #represent. 

I got involved in Cava through my dad, but once the meeting was set it was on me to bring my A game. Being young in a setting of professionals is extremely intimidating, like I probably didn’t speak outside of asking questions for a month, but showing your personal capabilities are so important and, honestly, so fun. 

I remember on first day at Cava I worked with the community manager, Justin, to get familiar with the brand image. Little did he know I had been doing this for months to prep (Advice #1: know your stuff going in- the more credible and informed you are, the more impressed they are). During our meeting I started talking about the contrast in colors the company uses in their brand book to symbolize their dedication to seasonal foods and about my interest in how they locally source their ingredients and he just looked at me, amazed, and said “woah, you’re like actually so smart.” And that moment has driven my entire interning career since. (Granted its only been a year, but cut me a break, it was moving stuff.)

It’s not about what you already know, it’s about what you bring and what you do about it. Advice #2: be vocal. If you want an internship or job or position, chase it. You may not get it because odds are there is someone more prepared and more perfect than you, but at the chance you’re what they want, you would’ve never known if you didn’t try. Be the most passionate. Share your ideas. Put things on the table. Always. 

One thing I never let myself forget is that every experience is a learning one. Yes- Every. Single. Experience. And every task you do takes you closer to something you could potentially be more passionate about. 

“What do you do at Cava?” is one of my favorite questions ever. The answer is not as glamorous as expected- I send packages, fill donation requests, maintain and create outreach spreadsheets for new locations, take inventory, & a bunch of other clerical things. And I would not trade any bit of that for anything. My role there is to make other people’s jobs easier and I start each task with a smile and end with 100% completion and enthusiasm. After about a year now, I’m starting to get into projects more tailored to my interests- visual media and content creation. I’ve started updating the company’s seasonal Pinterest boards and am getting more assignments as we speak. Advice #3: Work your way up & invest in yourself. You can never say thank you enough, because every job you tackle is just another thing that sets you apart and better prepares you for the future. But don’t stop there. This summer I taught myself illustrator (okay, fine, I had a little help) and Google programs (spreadsheets, maps, etc) to improve my skill set and become more versatile in the workplace. Have I even taken a business class yet? Not really. Do I know the power of innovating and marketing myself? Totally- it’s indispensable.   

Lastly, advice #4: find your passion. Cava puts a lot of emphasis on cooking and the power of food, and while I ashamedly say I barely know a pot from a pan, my connection with food is more than just eating (more on this later…). The mentality of the company is something I stand behind whole-platedly and I am so honored to be a part of the team.

Cava is “for those who savor,” and I definitely savor every nanosecond of my time there. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me this semester- I know it won’t disappoint. 

More to come on my Cava chronicles & the road to real life


Stuck in my head: Past Lives // Borns
Snap it: Cava DuPont

Get this Cava Bowl: Mesclun mix. Half Chicken, Half Falafel. 1 scoop Traditional Hummus & 1 scoop Red Pepper Hummus. Pita crisps.  Tomato & cucumber. Pickled Cabbage. Double quinoa. Feta. Greek Vinegarette. Green Harissa. (& Vanilla Bean Limeaide) 

Losing my “BLOG-GINITY”.

Hello world. It’s me, Jordan.
Come along on my adventure!
Get ready, I will be your guide to freshman year.
I’m going to give this my best shot & pray it doesn’t turn into something embarrassing my friends hold against me years in the future. 

I’m pretty new to this whole blog thing, except for the fact I’ve idolized bloggers and have wanted to be one ever since I found the internet, and now, sitting in my college dorm room, I’ve decided to “develop my personal edge,” as my business class has been saying, by writing a blog about the things I love, the places I go, and the lessons I learn.

For now lets start here- College comes with this huge expectation that you need to make something of yourself in the first 5 seconds. It’s pretty overwhelming to think that what I’m doing right now is actually the start of my real life… well kinda…but still its a BIG DEAL. During my freshman welcome last week they asked us who we wanted to be and how we were going to get there. Lucky for me, I actually do have a career set in my sights & a city too, but getting there is about 8 semesters and a million experiences away.

I’ve always been a go-getter and not afraid to take risks, but starting a blog is one of the scariest things I’ve ever done. There are just so many what ifs it gets you all in your head- what if no one reads it, what if you’re a horrible writer but no one ever told you, what if your content sucks. But my Grandpa always said I was a gifted story-teller, and if your Grandpa says it then it’s obviously the genuine truth, right?

Okay, here’s what I’m thinking: there’s probably going to be no consistent type of posts because I couldn’t decide between a fitness, food, travel, or college life blog, so I’m just going to try it all out and hope for the best. Here I go. No turning back. Posting my first post. Losing my “Blog-ginity.” I really hope more people than just my Mom read this.


Stuck in my head: “Lisztomania” // Pheonix

Warning- You’re probably going to read a lot about Instagram, pizza, clothes, Cava Grill, my friends, DC, and the University of Maryland…and see the & symbol 10,000 times a post. I’m not even sorry, it’s just who I am.