Anything can happen

It's the morning after my work's glamorous annual "Greek Night" and I'm glamorously on my couch eating Greek yogurt and watching music videos- that is before I glamorously get to work on my laptop. Maybe you're wondering about my new job. Maybe you're not, but I feel like telling you anyways. Not because I want to rub my dream job in your face or because I'm okay with living at home while I find a new place in Raleigh's hippie girlfriend named Durham. But because dreams are precious and fragile and chasing them is so fun, that it's all I can do not to run up to the rooftop and shout about it. And hope the same happens for you.

It started with a silk jumpsuit. If you think your wardrobe can't land you a great gig, you're expectations of the business world aren't shallow enough.  Throw in a savvy business man and the words "you need me on your team" and if you're dreamer enough to chase it, pounce and kill, you can consider yourself hired.

I guess what I'm trying to say is no one offered me this position. No one came to my door one morning and said welcome to your new job! I saw the opportunity like a ripe, juicy orange and wanted it. It was impossible for me to walk away from so I made myself impossible to turn down.  In order to be different, you must be irreplaceable. Chanel said. And I agree.  Designers are a dime a dozen. I know people with portfolios to die for.  But passion. That can't be matched.  And if you believe in something, you're already half way there. Got that one from a Chobani yogurt lid.

After completing 2 branding projects and a design project for the new boss, one of the general managers came to me and said, "I've been working for [boss] for over 25 years.  He's a hard man to please and he said you've turned around [these projects] exactly how he wanted them, and fast. My compliments Ms. Smith."

Yea, I'm awkward that I memorized that because it's the nicest thing anyone professional has ever said to me. And where else to indulge in re-reading it over and over again besides the blog?  Not getting ahead of myself by any means, which is by far my worst fear, but it was a rewarding way to start this new position as creative director for a lifestyle design and concept development group. (official description, bet you didn't know sound and letter groupings mattered in the success of a name! shh, branding secrets!)

So cheers, or should we say YAMAS! to those times when things kind of really do work out.

And to doing good work, and fast.

put a logo on it so you know it's real

Tired but not too tired to type

Zip up hoodie, underwear, stayed up til 7 am last ..night? and working from home on a Saturday, go.

Don't let me forget to say that yesterday I got my own office space with palm leaves and big windows and WAIT FOR IT A MAC!!!! As if the original Picasso drawings hung on the walls could rival anything... this is what art geek feels like. 

And I do have a brunch date tomorrow with a new man who is very handsome and very sweet and very gay. And also very 30. Gay bar is just another way to say new friends. Sorry Drake. 

Feng shui: the Chinese art or practice of creating harmonious surroundings using the laws of both heaven and Earth, that enhance the balance of yin and yang, as in arranging furniture or determining the siting of a house, to help one improve life by receiving positive qi.

Went to get the green tea out of the cupboard and a cockroach escaped underneath and I pretended like it didn't happen. Now for some reason my tea is cockroach flavored.

I'm researching Feng shui and wearing the best pants I've ever owned that my -original E- brought back from Thailand.

My mom was trying to explain Feng shui and used our house as a non-example. Our house doesn't have Feng shui because "the way the stairs lead straight to the front door make it so that your life can walk out on you." Well damn. 

there are good writing days and bad writing days and the kind of writing days you just don't publish

I don't know how to start so I'll kick this off with a little personal music inspo as of late. This girl is love.



and now I know how to say it.

Did you ever walk through the woods as a kid? Trekking your way through the trees to the fort your little brothers and you built for eating Eggo waffles you stole from the kitchen? Or kicking your way through leaves down to the half-dried up creek where you could still see your house but your best friends and you reigned over a whole city of frogs and river mermaids?

Those woods feel like my world right now.

Big. Infinitely big. Not so scary in the parts where I stomped out paths. But unknown in the parts I haven't. Knowing the mysterious field at the top of the clearing where the farmer will come out and kill you was there. Daring each other to run up there anyways.  Approaching a muddy spot too wide to leap over but I do it anyway and land one foot in the sinking sand.  A place to escape but also a place to find danger.  A place for meeting and laughing but also a place to find yourself left and alone.

I'm trying to stay on the path I already stomped out. Near the creek where I can still see my house. But now I'm reigning by myself and the frogs ribbet too loud and the mermaids hide in the algae.  If I leap and land in the mud will the sinking sand suck me in?

That farmer isn't real. But why aren't we laughing?

Tea is for Toxins

Rid yourself.