“Are you proud of yourself?” my mom asked me, on my patio, earlier this week. “Yeah!” I replied, happily. “I am.” Work has been crazy, but I am proud of the work I do. Hosting brunch and fire pit nights and rose all day fests keeps my crazy busy, but I am proud of my…
Sometimes eating food at work at my desk send my stomach into a Nickelodeon GUTS-esque belly adventure. Am I going to have bathroom runs all afternoon? Hold in some gas and get bloated? I’ve been pounding kombuchas for months and popping probiotics and it helps but hasn’t altogether alleviated the belly pain. When a new…
Because recycling/upcycling/donating is the best. Mail in any secondhand athletic apparel (any brand) to GRACEDBYGRIT by May 1, and you get 40% off one item! They are donating everything to the Community Resource Center in Encinitas, a center aiding women, children and victims of domestic violence. All you have to do to get the discount…
It’s almost 5 months into 2017, a year I ambitiously declared the year of clarity and then set to work on while also crossing all my fingers and toes hoping it would come true … this week, a few things crystallized. I’m transitioning from my awesome, badass job that I love to an entirely new-and-different…
Me, some (this) weeks: Actual quote from bestie about this week: wtf to all of this hahahaahahahahahaha #yolo
Bike rides. Sabroso. Baewatch. Mozambique. Sweet potato eggplant lasagna. x2. BROga. How to Break Up With Your Girlfriend. OCMag’s Best Restaurants event. Guys We F*cked podcast. This has been a really good week of just going with the flow. Not pushing the river. Embracing spontaneity without going completely YOLO.
I missed Equal Pay Day last week because it was a different important day for me to discuss, but let’s hit it up now. Top of mind all the time and all. First: Then, check it: theskimm.com’s Guide to Equal Pay. And finally:
OK. So many things are encompassed by these four photos. I had an amazing opportunity to network with some really accomplished people this week, but the coolest part about it was that no one was too cool for school—every one of these highly successfully people was down to earth and willing to talk about anything.…
10 years. Today, ten years have passed since my best friend was killed, an event that quite obviously changed my life. I’ve written about it plenty here. Today doesn’t hurt like other anniversaries have, but you never stop wondering what might have been. As time passes and the closeness of many of my foundational mixed-gender…
