What a Time to Be Alive!

Remember that one time I ghosted on writing for months and proceeded to eat burritos like a full-contact sport instead? Cool, yeah...me too.

What a time to be alive!! Drake wasn't kidding. A time when you're living the dream or dying trying. A time when the universe is universally obsessed with the Internet of things, equality, and Justin Bieber. With global warming, emojis, and (hopefully? maybe?) world peace. In no particular order.

It's April -- Spring-ish, Monday, and sunny. And really, who knows where the last few months went.

Some days, we're singing along with Drake. And other days: "Work work work work work," along with Rihanna. That's life on the real. We're caught somewhere between feeling like we're too young to know what the heck we're doing. But too old to not know what we're doing. Ya feel?

The good news is that I'm fairly certain ice cream was created with this conundrum in mind. Mint chip and cookie dough hold all of life's answers!!! Mom/Dad would fully endorse this judgment call. And if we've learned anything from them, it's that "because I said so" is always enough of a reason.

Let's shoot the breeze and Monday like it's a verb. I'm not sure what that verb looks like, but I'm hoping you do. That feels like friendship. So tell me what's what in your life, and I'll tell you who's who in mine.

I've spent the last 4 months living the only way I know how -- splitting my time simultaneously trying to hangout with aaaaall of humanity and running away from it at the same time.

Meanwhile, San Francisco has alternated between raining cats/dogs/whatever else El Niño can find and sporting sunshine enough to necessitate a cold beer ASAP.

In other news, I spent February visiting (and being visited by) all the humans of NYC. These are the people who ate an unholy number of bagels with me. The people who walked the entire dang city, Brooklyn Bridge and back. The people who were up for talking about the big things and the little things and all the minor/major existential crises in between.

Can we all admit that we spent March doing who knows what? Awesome.

We spent March with those in good humor, laughing at all the fools who thought they fooled us. There was lots of music and no %*$^! given. And an Easter feast for the books.

Now April, here we go! I'm singing in the shower, hoping the neighbors don't hear but totally at peace that it'll be a viral video on Buzzfeed if they do. I'm playing sports, learning guitar from someone other than YouTube, and desperately trying to keep my plants alive like the adult that I'm not.

What a time to be alive! We're living the dream...or dying trying all the ice cream flavors while we figure it out. And if anyone asks why, the answer is easy --

Because I said so.

10 Little Things I Learned in March

We're on April's doorstep. And absolutely nobody is mad about it. We've been chasing a freezing March and winter out of the house like a cat and a mouse. We're moving on and moving up! April is when the beat quickens and where the magic happens. The famous D.C. Cherry Blossom Festival is on daily countdown. Easter is ready or set. The Farmers' Market is a go. Georgetown Day, an exemplary of district debauchery, is on the horizon.

And because you know I wouldn't dare go out with a bang, the last day of April marks my 21st birthday.

Do it, and do it big. Fear is not a friend of mine.

But first...March! Let's talk.

1. Being back at the Georgetown Farmers’ Market makes this house feel like home. There’s the world’s best waffles, punny jokes at max capacity, and good vibes all around.

2. Miami is equal parts wild, weird, and wonderful. And The Electric Pickle is truly one of a kind. It has a strange way of making up for lost time, while making you realize time was never lost in the first place. Killin' it is just part of the job description. It’s hilarious and janky and unexpected at its finest. But hey you, that’s been our m.o. since Day 1.

   

3. Love thy parents who do thy taxes. Pay in unlimited hugs. (generously)

4. I’m consistently underdressed for the weather and overdressed for everything else. This could plausibly explain why I ended up in business casual on a bicycle last week, speeding between a formal presentation and the farmers’ market. Note to self: heels on wheels and freezing rain is a unique sort of experience. It washes away any semblance of hubris...in a very real I-can’t-feel-my-toes sort of way.

5. Shit happens. Here at Georgetown and beyond. Laugh when it happens. Keep friends close and a metaphorical plunger closer.

6. Life has a bonkers crazy habit of knowing you better than you know yourself. I've lost count of the number of times that I thought I had something figured out, only to realize I'd been looking at it upside down and backwards the entire time. When life does come full circle, don’t be a square and get hung up on a corner. Let it come all the way ‘round.

7. The beach is my natural habitat, and the ocean is my second skin. Let me live in a bathing suit and t-shirt forever, and I’ll die a happy woman. No pants; no problems.

8. Money can buy lavishness in excess for a pretty penny. Ironically, excess is rather worthless.

9. Winter has overstayed its welcome. Being stuck inside is a handy reminder of why its important to put yourself out there every day.

10. When the CEO of Chipotle comes to Georgetown and invites questions, stand up. Speak up. Challenge the idea that you’ll look stupid. Remember that queso is your first language. And when the Head Honcho hands you his autograph, a free burrito, a personal thank you plus his contact info, embrace the art of a high five (because holy guacamole, ya know?).

    

What's Shakin' Bacon

I'm halfway between a sea of snow and a tandem of thoughts. It's nearly April! Bonkers. There's snow. Still? Major bonkers.

Procrastination? We've got it bad, friends.

Let's take it easy and make it basic today. We're going with the 5Ws: who, what, when, where, why. No frill, just chill. And mainly just because.

What:

Who is 36 days away from a birthday? THIS KID.

Who's putting a smile on your face? C, who keeps up with my relentless sarcasm all the way from Cape Town. P, who kept me sane with a Monday night dinner date at my favorite restaurant in DC.

What's shakin' bacon? A head space that is all over the place. Multitasking is typically my first language, but I'm knee deep in a few too many things (including snow). I'm going on 6 Gmail accounts open and 10n farmers' market e-mails halfway written. Wicked procrastination on learning about FDI and nonlinear optimization.

Whatcha listening to? Kodaline. Equal parts wintry and acoustic. And a bit of nostalgic summer throwback because this summer's festival lineup is almost hot off the press.

What's cookin' good lookin'? Grilled cheese on farmers' market multigrain & a fan-freaking-tastic cup of joe whose caffeine buzz is making Tuesday and this post doable

When are you going to write a real post? Good call, dude. It's coming!

Where to? Back to Miami, please & thank you. Sunshine Rx.

Why ya writing? My thoughts are sorta cloudy, and explanations aren't coming easily. Winter has overstayed its welcome, but it's also dead giveaway that I haven't written or journaled in awhile.

But hey! We're making it through this crazy Tuesday.

LC