Hey 2013, Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out!

Christmas time and New Years really does bring out the best and worst in me.  I am very optimistic for the future, excited to spend time with my family and friends, proud of the achievements I made over the past year, and hypercritical of all of my mistakes. 

I have barely blogged this year.  My #1 regret.  I can only describe this year as full of highs and lows (and I have a blog archive full of unpublished posts to prove it.)  I didn't share anything because was scared of coming off too proud/angry.  I held a lot in and lost perspective on what was going on around me.  I was a pressure cooker.  For example, I wrote:

I think it's really easy to drop the line "Man this city really makes you cynical" or "Damn, this work really does drive you to drinking."  It's easy because it's the obvious thing to say -- it's right there in front of you every day.  How grown up am I?  I have other grown up cynical friends that are also boring, have drinking problems and prescriptions to performance enhancing drugs.  What am I doing with my life?  Working at a dead-end job and feeling handcuffed to it until then next election cycle for fear of looking too "Millennial" on my resume. 

If there is one thing I hate more than generalizations it is stereotypes. And, unfortunately, I couldn't escape either this year.  I decided that I needed an intervention after self diagnosing myself as a stick-in-the-mud.  Somewhere in the last year I forgot to breathe and just look around -- not critically, but as an observer (I'm really good at the former, I've discovered).

I have spent the good part of the last year complaining and finding faults in everyone around me.  It certainly didn't help that it all started with a crushing defeat in the '12 cycle.  I think I went into 2013 thinking, "Everything is going to shit, but hey at least I'm one of the lucky ones that got a job."  Screaming endorsement for a successful year.  As we all know, the rush to bag a job post-Election Day usually never pans out for the long term.  But, by holding it in I never got the chance to hear how everyone else felt about their job.  Clarification: I never took the time to listen.  Turns out, I wasn't the only one - not by a long shot.

The day after my 24th birthday everything changed and I realized that I was living with a bag over my head.  That was when I started changing things up.  I ruffled a lot of feathers because I fell out of line.  I had my very first DC power scuffle!  I was so upset that I had to cut ties with someone I had once held in high regard.  What would people think of me?  What would people say about me?  Turns out no one was talking at all - funny how that happens.

Now I find myself 11 days out from the start of 2014 and I couldn't be more excited for the year ahead.  Through the ups and downs, I'm walking away from 2013 with several new battle scars and a lot to be thankful for.  I have a new job on a great tech team full of talented individuals and our plans for next year make me do a little happy dance.  So many friends got married this year and welcomed new babies into the world and even more are prepping for the same this coming year!  You are the ones that helped me put everything into perspective the most, so let me close by saying thank you.

My top four life lesson learned from 2013: 

1.  Surrounding yourself with the wrong sorts of people is more harmful than knowing good people is helpful. The negativity, drama, and tumult they bring to your life wastes time and distracts you from focusing on yourself and the things and people that actually matter. 

2.  Not all friends are created equal, and not all of them stand the test of time.  And that is ok.  As I get older, my perspective on life changes, the things I value and appreciate morph.  And, I'm not the only one!  This happens to everyone.  And sometimes where I change, so does a friend, but in a different direction.  You don't need to chase everyone down their own path. 

3.  Don't compare your life with the lives of your friends as depicted on social media.  Some of the saddest people I know in real life look to have the most exciting lives on Facebook and Instagram.  Filters and selective sharing will do that - it's called building a personal brand, people.  Enjoy your life for everything it is that can't be captured in 140 characters.  (But, still be happy for all of your friends' successes)

4.  Don't be fearful of threats.  Those who threaten you are the ones who stand to lose the most.  Stick to your principles and trust your gut.

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!  Thank you for being a wonderful part of my life!

-Sarah

The Relationship Filibuster

The Cherry Blossoms are out, it is Springtime once again in the District of Columbia. I am proud to announce it's my one year anniversary with the city - our relationship is still going strong. We've made it through unemployment, crazy landlords, a break up, the dating scene, 3 moves (yes 3 different addresses), training a puppy, interoffice drama, family weddings, and the holidays. The last year in retrospect has completely flipped my world upside down and for the better. This little South Carolinian is now a resident of (what I refer to as) the capital of the world and I'm loving every minute of it.

Now it's no surprise that in my world of twenty somethings the topic of men monopolize the conversation. This post is dedicated to the women of DC trying to find love, keep love, and make it last.

The following are conversations I've overheard within the past 2 months in the city limits:

Shacking Up
Girl #1, "My boyfriend just said we should move in together because his lease is up next month". Girl #2, "Dude, you just got proposed to... over gchat".

The Lame Duck
Girl #1, "Ugh he's so annoying, but he did just helped me move so I'm in for at least 3 more disappointing sex sessions". Girl #2, "Don't sell yourself short - go for the premature bj then bail".

The Perfect Political Union
Girl # 1, "So he finally proposed just the way she instructed him to". Girl #2, "Yea, he's gay".

One Way Commute
Guy #1, "I'd do anything for sex right now". Guy #2, "Would you go to NoVa"? Guy #1, "Fuck that dude, I don't like girls that much".

Ol' Reliable
Girl to a girl friend, "She's like a Camry, a lot of in-town miles".

Cyber Sex
Guy to a male friend, "You should use OK Cupid because it's like eHarmony with no commitment".

The Magic Number
Guy to male friend, "I'm done with feeling like if I'm not married by the time I'm 26 I'm a failure".

The Great Divide 
Girl to younger girl, "You wouldn't understand because you're 22, but when you're our age [early 30s] the statue of limitation is 3 months. Then you know whether or not you're getting married". Boyfriend of younger girl, "Can we say 6 months"?

Just remind yourself, it could always be worse. Laugh at all the ridiculous moments - it's funny not frightening. Learn from your mistake, brush yourself off and get right back out into the fight. The men are plentiful, just be intuitive to what they are searching for as well. No one wants to be the flavor of the month only to be the last to realize it as he kicks you to the curb. Watch out for the clingers, the piggy-backers, and the scumbags. Yea that's about it...

Seriously, think about it: the dates with politicos downtown, the nights with the perfect tourist in Georgetown, the sex that makes your toes curl - these are the stories that make up your year, the stories that drive your happy hour and the ones that cause you and your roommates to break out into spontaneous dancing and laughter like you just won the lotto. Embrace it, don't fight it, let go lady! So he hasn't asked you out yet, so he hasn't proposed yet, so you haven't met him yet - don't sweat it! If you worry about the technicalities you miss all the little things that make up the big picture. Take each day in one at a time.

As soon as you start to worry about your timeline for being married and having babies you put yourself at a disadvantage. After all, what man will want to a date a crazy woman obsessed with walking down the aisle? I don't care if you're 18 or 38 - enjoy your life and you will naturally attract the right kind of people into your life. I know we are a city full of control freaks, so excuse the partisan rhetoric, but over regulation of your love life can lead to relationship deficits.

It's true, relationships take a back seat to work around here. Don't confuse your man's work ethic with avoiding your relationship. It's easy to place the blame on everyone else, meanwhile you are running your mouth and analyzing everything from his eating habits to his friends. Talk, talk, talk... who's filibustering who? Yield the floor dummy.

Pretty In Politics: A Blog About Our Special Interests

I spent the weekend searching the interwebs for any sign of a local DC blogger that wrote with a yopro female audience in mind... I found none. I did find plenty of juicy sites left abandon in the graveyards of the Blogosphere - what a shame! I guess it's to be expected, the savvy single girl in this city is bound to get snatched up sooner or later. Since there seems to be a void I will do my best to continue the dialog into 2012.

With my roommates and gal pals as wing-women the material I can turn out in a week should be enough to write a short novel. I'm not kidding myself, none of this is possible without their inspiration... and of course the occasional gaffes that fall into my lap from a handful of Washington's best and brightest.

The week ahead should yield plenty of witty bar banter, men trouble and campaign rhetoric. See you on the other side of the New Hampshire primary!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Dating Purgatory

I know many friends who would consider themselves in "dating purgatory": A place or state of suffering inhibited by the souls of women who are expiating their past relationship failures by overcompensating in their current role as lady friend in the hopes of going on to a recognizable and more socially accepted relationship. For some this could be as simple as an agreement to become girlfriend-boyfriend, being 'Facebook Official', or for the long term-ers a ring (preferably on her left hand's ring finger).

If you are in dating purgatory no doubt you've asked yourself all of these questions: Are we friends with benefits? Is he seeing anyone else? Does he really like me? How do I introduce him in social situations? Is he purposefully avoiding DTR? Am I avoiding it? Is this a game? How do I bring it up to him? Should I bring it up to him? Am I over thinking this? ...Yes.

Are you single and anxious? Trying desperately to find a man or define a relationship you are already in? One piece of advice: Don't be stupid. I know I'm not surrounded by stupid girls, but the consensus out there leads me to believe otherwise. There happens to be a science behind this and it's super easy, allow me to elaborate: If a man wants you in his life he'll do everything possible to get / keep you there. Don't play games, just be genuine. If someone is really into you they'll tend to mirror your demeanor. So before you go analyzing their every move, you should be aware of the signals you are emitting first. If there is no connection, he will bail. If you scare him, he will run away from you. If you come on too strong, he'll assume you are desperate and will use that to his advantage. Never throw yourself on anyone! If you don't respect yourself he never will. Most importantly don't force a relationship because you think it's convenient, or because you'd rather be dating someone than be single.

Not too long ago I spoke with an older woman in her 80's. She was curious about my job, boyfriend, future - all that jazz. She gave me the best advice about relationships I had ever heard. She asked me if I was going to settle down and get married since I had graduated from college and been together with the same guy for years. I laughed it off and said something to the affect of wanting to wait a couple more years before I go down that road. She delivered the most perfect comeback that I will never forget until the day I die, "You need to shit or get off the pot". She knocked the wind out of me and all I could muster up in a blushed tone was, "What"? "You need to shit or get off the pot. What are you waiting for"? Out of this entire exchange I still can't remember what I said, but I do know what I took away from that conversation: You can't be afraid to cut your losses and you can't be afraid to dive in head first. I will not live my life sitting on the crapper.

Point being: If you like someone tell them, if it blows up in your face then it wasn't meant to be. There are 7 billion people on this planet - to think you're destine to be alone is by far the silliest thought imaginable. Too often do I hear fantastic women cutting themselves down, it perplexes me! I don't care how hot, smart, successful, or rich some guy is because you have just as much to offer in a partnership. If you lose that balance, if you put him or yourself on a higher platform your relationship is destine to fail.

So now ask yourself: Is this guy a good fit for me? Does he respect me? Do I respect him? Is it always fun when we're together? If the answer is yes, then just be honest in moving forward. If you answer no to any of the questions above (or if you're unsure) I'd advice you to get off the pot. Time is something you can't get back.

Happy hunting ladies!

The Single Girl's Manifesto

It's fantastic to be a woman.We are young, fabulous, and the world is our oyster! But, all too often we feel the sting of being under cultural fire. Every once in a while it's inevitable -"You're such a nice girl why aren't you married?", "Oh are you still seeing that guy, do I hear wedding bells in your future?". We are blessed with the opportunity to choose a career over a man, travel the world instead of toting kids around town, buy designer labels instead of organic baby formula, and yet we are lead to believe (from a surprising majority) that we aren't choosing an ideal life? Not to sound like a man or anything but, why rush into that funeral? I have this one life, the way I see it, I'm gonna have as much fun as humanly possible.

Now I'm from small town America, but I've had my share of experience with larger subcultures across the US and it baffles me at the amount of women that give up their right to own themselves for even just the brief period in their late teens and twenties. You all know who I'm talking about, that girl you knew in high school that got knocked up senior semester or the Summer after graduation, the one we all whispered about and had moments of silence in coffee shops- where we paid homage to her memory - because we all know the birth is all but a 18 year long hibernation of the individual that was the vessel carrying that miracle. Or the ladies who made it to college (and didn't drop out), the ones after their MRS degree in Domestic Economics. The ones who dropped off the face of the planet and we can only distinguish from their unmistakable (and often painful) statuses about how the joys of motherhood and  marriage happen to be their greatest accomplishment. [Disclaimer: those are not my own words, took them directly from my Facebook news feed]

Now, I'm not dogging on the young mothers of the world, I think it's very important to have a strong coalition of support in every community for young mothers to help create an atmosphere for growth and prosperity for both mother and child. I am however, calling out those young mothers who advertise the glorious life as a housewife. Stop being so aggressive about defending your situation in life when it's unsolicited, it's quite annoying. No one is interested in seeing the daily developments in your child's growth cycle, or reading about each new diaper rash and doctor's appointment. Are people with kids capable of facebooking about anything else? Somehow we've managed to go from a generation of self obsessed narcissists tweeting about how awesome our afternoon coffee break was, to mothers who tweet about how awesome our baby's boogers are - I'm appalled. As much as it pains me to say this, I miss the time when I could log onto facebook to scoff at the ass hole that who found it necessary to announce it was their nap time. No, now I get the joy of reading about how some people don't deserve to have children because they are "too self centered" and "selfish" - disregard the fact that I find it hilarious how I'm being preach to by accidental teen mothers about being allowed to have children. The real worry here is this notion that they no longer have an identity outside of being mom and wife/baby-momma/fiancée. WTF!? They can't want any longer? I think Betty Friedan is rolling over in her grave.

There is a faux romanticism surrounding this idea of marital bliss and childrearing that is super alarming in our teen girl culture these days. Close your legs or buy a pack of condoms you silly girls, because you can't carry around a baby carriage and think it's a fashion statement. Playing dress up with a real baby is so much different than playing dress up with your American Girl Doll. The best example you can set for your little sisters, friends, sons, and daughters is that respecting yourself above all else will give you the confidence to carry out your life goals and allow you to feel truly satisfied with life without compromising and giving up your identity. That means, finding a good balance between providing care for your kids and taking care of yourself.

I think it's important that we remember the simple fact that we are not defined by who we sleep with, repeat that again with me. We are the make up of our desires, our thoughts, and actions, but we are not defined by anyone else. Our professional achievements speak just as loud about our contributions to society as our biological achievements do, and even more about our self control.

This one's goes out to a special breed of women: The independent ladies that are winning in the professional arenas of their industry, dominating the market place, driving consumer development into new technologies, changing politics in their communities and the global scene, and all the women that pay their own bills, buy their own clothes, and rock the power suit one day and Lily Pulitzer with pearls the next.

Cheers to those biannual 'reinventions', the all nighters that end with the start of a 9 hour work day, top shelf liquor, exclusive events, jet setting across the globe, and a ready supply of Alka-Seltzer and Adderall! Your twenties are for making memories, mistakes, and money. Get to it!

Pay it Forward

Recent events have caused me to think about what really is important in my life, what makes me happy and what the standards I measure all my decisions on are. I have concluded that it's pretty simple: I'm most happy when I am making other people happy. It's like this, I love being around my friends because it's always happy for everyone. Someone makes me laugh, then I make someone else laugh and for that moment everything in the world is perfect. There's no worrying or stressed involved in this exchange. I get such a high from it, because honestly, think about that moment when you are just laughing uncontrollably from your core -- it's as close to a state of utopia as anyone could wish to be in. Same goes for being in love, that deep down warm feeling you get all over just thinking about someone you love instantly makes you happier. So being in a loving relationship where those passionate feelings are mutually shared is pure happiness because each person is happy the other one is happy, and that makes them happy. And being in relationships like these causes everyone who's involved to try their best to make sure everyone else is happy and gets what they deserve (which is only the best). Sure there may be hard times here and there, but a true friend knows when to leave, when to let go, when to apologize, and when to stand by your side... depending on what action will make the other person happy. Even when it comes to my jobs I can see why I enjoy then so much compared to older ones because now I am interacting with people, helping them find perfect gifts to give to their favorite people in the world. It's like this never ending happiness cycle, not sure why... I just feel most accomplished when I know I’m making a difference in someone's life, big or small. Even if it’s just making someone smile, or being there to listen to someone - you would not believe how many people out there are dying to talk to someone and who just need someone to listen. My standards are basically the same (and yours should be too), life is too short to be around people who make you feel bad. I am a very forgiving person but that doesn't mean I forget bad things people have done to me. For every mean spirited word someone has spoken to me it's hindered my relationship with that person. Trust is hard to build up but the easiest thing to take away. Be careful with your words, they can pierce through someone's heart with more force and less effort than with a blade. Likewise the scar it leaves behind will always stay with that person, and regret like that can eat you up inside.
If you stay positive and try to be the best possible version of yourself to everyone you meet life will be so much more rewarding and enjoyable, not only to you but everyone around you. If you get in a slump the ultimate comeback is to focus on what makes you happy in life. Good things will follow a happy heart with nothing but good intentions. Life is good.

Original Post : Friday, June 20, 2008 at 12:27am

Overcoming Mundane Anxiety

Now more than ever I feel that coming of age is so much more than merely growing older. Coming of age is not measured by any particular amount of breaths we take; it is measured perhaps by the amount of life's glories and short comings we experience. It's absolutely confounding that you can know someone your entire life yet never fully grasp the person they are. Friendships can be broken in a matter of seconds and stay that way for unbearable amounts of time because of petty arguments and meaningless emotions that can simply be reduced to a completely unfortunate series of events that reflect only our complete abandonment of logic and reason. Years of friendship and love are simply made void because of carelessness. Even worse, relationships can die before either party realizes it. Secret lies just buried under false pretenses and layered by years of negligence that get caught up in a repetitious cycle that cannot be broken- just because. It's just there. You don't speak of it for it's of a taboo nature and we cannot create controversy, God forbid. I've often wondered why we, people in general, are afraid of being alone. I know I can't be the only one. You can be in the most wonderful affair with every desire you could have ever asked for and yet in the stillness of the night fear losing it all. Why? Do the relationships we encounter define who we are? And why is the doubt even there in the first place? Are we such restless souls that we stoop to torture ourselves over trivial things that have yet to go wrong? All I can do is hope for the best and stay true to myself no matter what hardships I find myself facing in the future.
I've been brainwashed into believing that in group settings you are only as good as your weakest link, now I can't help but wonder if the same can be applied to individuals. If so, as soon as you go down that road of thought when you seek out your weakest quality it pretty much always ends badly. Once you've targeted the weakest quality or more realistically your weakest qualities you have to figure out how to fix them. And all that accomplishes is an endless cycle of new year’s resolutions that slowly begin improving, sort of, and shelves full of half read self improvement books you keeping putting off because you tell yourself you have no time, when in truth it’s because you know they don't fix the problem. I think it’s a lot easier than we make it out to be. There is only a certain amount of knowledge we can learn through reading about life, issues, and theories. You have to experience the failures, heart breaks, and losses in life to appreciate all the good stuff you find yourself blessed with throughout a lifetime. Life has an ironic way of letting you know you're still living- if that makes any sense. I guess the only way to go about it is to dive head first into the unknown and pray for mercy. All you can do if you fail is count your losses and start again.

Original Post : Saturday, August 18, 2007 at 12:46am