As I reflect on 2017…

As I reflect on 2017, all I can think is damn, this year was crazy.

2017 was like a grimy, dirty club – kind of a good time, kind of wondering how we got here in the first place.

This year was tough and exciting for me. Anyone in their 20s know what it’s like to be in this weird limbo. Unsure of where they should be going, what direction to take their lives and constantly wondering, “Am I doing the right thing?”

We’re all kind of moving through life wondering when someone is going to tell us to take a left in a half mile.

What I learned from so much uncertainty is that we need to go through this much uncertainty to be certain about what it is that we want out of life.

The biggest lessons I learned this year were with my career and my relationships.

Career-wise, I learned to trust my gut. I started my most recent job knowing that I wanted to get to a higher position. I started at the bottom and was hungry to get to the top. After a few attempts, I was told no. I kept being told to try a new place and move on. My gut told me to stay and prove my worth. As soon as I distinguished what my end goal was, I knew for a fact that I will get there. It just wouldn’t be in the exact path I expected to use originally.

The good thing about me being so stubborn is that I refuse to give up until I get exactly what I want. The amount that I’ve been able to accomplish that has allowed me to move up higher than I expected is insane. But also not surprising. 2017 for me was about proving everyone wrong, including myself. I’m entering 2018 with the same mindset. But  with more intensity. You can’t stop me now, ya feel?

I’ve never felt more sure about myself and my career. I also know that I’ll have to really grind to get to the top, but that only presents itself as a deliciously difficult challenge that I can’t wait to conquer.


With relationships, I’ve learned to keep my standards high. There really isn’t much else to it. Nothing more to explain. As women, we feel our biological clock ticking, and I don’t even want kids. It’s hard to not think, ‘shouldn’t I be getting married, like soonish?’

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When is Enough Going to be Enough?

A video went viral this week showing a boy sharing the pain of bullying he experienced in school. The video showed up on my Twitter feed, and I was honestly very reluctant to click on it. I knew that by clicking on the video, I’d have to hear about someone’s painful experience that was inevitably making him feel inadequate in some ways.

I eventually clicked on the video. It was heartbreaking. He shared what happened to him in school that day. With tears, he asked a simple question, “Why do they bully? What’s the point of it?”

He went on to tell what the kids in school made fun of him for.

It was exactly what the kids in my school did to me years ago. I remember coming home crying multiple times because of the horrific things people would say to me. I remember hating things about myself because I was told over and over again that it made me ugly and that it was different.

It took me years to get over it. I sometimes still catch myself reverting back to their comments and wondering if there is any truth to it. It’s funny how some things can stick with you for so long afterwards.

Here’s the thing about bullying – most kids who are bullied are bullied because they are “different” in some way.

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Perception is Reality

I think it was my junior year at UF as a public relations student when I found myself sitting in my PR Strategies class. I remember my professor handing us a truth bomb about what it was really like working in the field of public relations. She told us about how she got hired at a company and how scared she was. She got the job, but she felt like she had no idea what she was doing. Relatable much?

She offered us a piece of advice that I carried with me ever since. It’s simple, and you’ve heard it before. Although it seems silly, it’s how I’ve gotten through every little thing in my life since. Ready for it? Continue reading

Intermittent Fasting – What is it and does it work?

Intermittent fasting. If you’ve heard about it, you’ll know that it’s definitely becoming a popular term in the fitness industry. I heard of intermittent fasting a few months ago and decided to give it a shot.

Intermittent fasting, according to authority, is “a term for an eating pattern that cycles between periods of fasting and eating.” There is a principle that states people who eat less are generally healthier, and IF comes from this very principle.

So, how does IF work, and what are the benefits?

Basically you pick hours of the day in which you are fasting and eating. For me, I eat between the hours of about 10:30 am to 8 pm, leaving me with about 14 hours of fasting. Does this sound kind of awful? Sure, but it really isn’t. I’ll get to that in a bit. First, let’s go over some of the health benefits of IF:

  1. When you fast, your insulin levels tend to drop dramatically. With lower insulin levels, stored body fat is more accessible.
  2. While fasting, your cells enter cellular repair process. Because of this, cells remove old proteins that build up inside.
  3. Fasting can increase your metabolic rate by 3.6 percent to 14 percent, which makes for a great weight loss tool.
  4. A study on rats showed IF increased their lifespan by 36-83 percent longer.

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Heart on my Middle Finger

The older you get, the more thought you put into your purpose in life. I’m not trying to sound like a wise old woman here. *Spoiler Alert* I’m 23, and I have no idea what I’m doing in regard to basically everything. However, I’ve recently thought a lot about what my purpose really is. What am I really passionate about? What gets my blood boiling.

The answer to this is actually really funny to me.

I wouldn’t call myself a raging feminist. I think there are a lot of preconceived notions about the word “feminist” to begin with. In case you’re one of these people, I want to clarify that I do shave my legs and I wear a bra, don’t worry.

Getting back to the point, I never thought I’d be a feminist. I’ve always surrounded myself with my guy friends, I joke that I’m the son my dad has always wanted, and I think some women complain way too much.

However, I think that being this way has turned me into the feminist I am today.

My very first tattoo was a heart on my middle finger. I always got asked why I got that tattoo and if it’s a way to say “fuck love” to society. It’s totally not. I’m way more original than that.  Continue reading