"I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring"
Hello angels and happy spring!
For some reason, I’ve had an influx of new subscribers recently. I’m incredibly flattered and just wanted to say thank you so much.
My apologies for not posting in forever! I’ve been attempting to live a semi-normal life in recent months — traveling a bit, working a big girl job, starting to plan my wedding, and just trying to become a more functional adult in general. This has historically been difficult for me; thus I haven’t devoted enough time to nurturing my creative spirit. I’m hoping that the beautiful springtime starts to strike some inspiration in me soon.
For now, here’s a small list of things I’ve been enjoying lately:
Mad Men — My fiancé and I just finished Mad Men for the first time and it’s become one of my favorite pieces of media of all time. Yes, I realize how late we are to this game, but we are here! I want to write a longer piece about it eventually.
Vanderpump Rules — I’ve been religiously watching this show for geniuses since the very night it sneakily premiered on Bravo in 2013. Now, the world is finally catching up to it, and I get to say “I told you so” to all of the haters and losers.
Dear Sugar — I’ve been going through the original Dear Sugar archives on The Rumpus. I don’t always agree with Sugar, but I deeply admire her and can always find a kernel of wisdom in each column.
Iced lattes — I’ve always been a simple “iced coffee with cream” gal, but lately I’ve been venturing out a bit more.
Traveling alone — I traveled across the country to visit a dear friend for my birthday a couple months ago. I’ve traveled alone before, but usually just to stay with/near family, so this was a first. It was scary and uncomfortable and I’d do it again in a heartbeat!
Morning pages — I got out of my practice of doing my morning pages (a sacred ritual from Julia Cameron’s timeless The Artist’s Way curriculum) for about 6 months. Now I’m back, and wondering how I lived without it!
Ginger ale — I stopped drinking Coca Cola for the most part, and traded it for a ginger ale addiction. I like to pretend that it’s healthier.
Gwyneth Paltrow’s infamous “one cigarette a week” regimen— Listen… I don’t drink or do drugs, but I have recently been indulging in just one cigarette per week, as a treat. It grounds and humbles me — tethering me to the earth by reminding me of my mortality.
Ballet — I was trained as a classical ballet dancer; it consumed my toddlerhood and girlhood until 8th grade, when, thanks to puberty, I no longer had a “ballerina body”. This was traumatic for me, but ballet has still been remained integral to my identity. My father and I share a deep appreciation of ballet and a sacred tradition of going at least once a year, typically in the spring. This year, we saw Don Quixote, a classic that we had never seen (a seldom occurrence). I’ve even done a couple of drop-in classes here and there over the last couple of years, but I am still too anxious to commit to a weekly class.
Gratitude — Yes, I realize that “practicing gratitude” has become a ubiquitous phrase seemingly devoid of meaning, but it’s true: writing a daily list of things I’m grateful for (either in my journal, or in my head) actually does help my mental health. Who knew?!
Thank you for reading. I love you <3