25 Days Challenge – Day 2

I am writing this during the first big snowstorm of the year – it has been snowing for 24 hours and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. All operations at my college have been cancelled for the day, meaning I didn’t have to attend my 9 am accounting class, and for that above all else I am thankful. It is truly the perfect timing for a snow day, on the Monday after Thanksgiving right before all of my finals are due. The day off gives myself and my classmates some time to transition from break back into school, and to get a head start on finals (also to stay on top of Cyber Monday deals.)

For me, the unexpectedly free morning gave me the opportunity to be intentional about starting my day, namely by spending the first 10 waking minutes journaling. It also motivated me to get my 500 word piece done before beginning work on anything else (I like to call this “productive procrastination.”)

Waking up to a snow day got me thinking back to the other snow days I’ve experienced throughout my college career, leading me to consider how I’ve changed since those earlier years. I began writing with the prompt, “How have I evolved since beginning college, and what have I learned about myself?” Within 15 minutes, I had reached 587 words, and made some discoveries about myself that I hadn’t really considered prior.

And with that, Day 2 – complete!

I’ve made the decision to archive these pieces in a folder rather than publishing them all immediately, as the exercise for me is really about forcing myself to think and simply getting words down on a page. After the challenge is over, I will go back and revise, and maybe post some of them on here to start out the new year.

Now, onto the work that actually affects my GPA (and maybe some Cyber Monday shopping in between!)

May your Mondays be productive and warm,



Welcome to New York

Another month, another city. Just over a week ago I moved to Brooklyn, NY for a two month stay while I complete an internship in Manhattan. Five months ago I had never lived in a city before, let alone a major city like Paris or NYC. My head is spinning from all the new sights and sounds, the new street names and train routes I have to learn, and the possibilities of what this city has to offer.

I have wanted to live in New York City since I first visited when I was around 13 years old. Like so many others, I was caught up in the magic and opportunity of this concrete jungle, heightened by my limited experience growing up in a town of 7,000. To me, New York promised the freedom to do and become anything I wanted, which around that time was probably a fashion designer or artist. I was enthralled by the people walking down the street, so different than the people I saw at home, wearing outfits as art, speaking different languages, going about their lives in a frantic rush. Now, at 21, my vision of New York is strikingly similar. Catching that first glimpse of the skyscrapers in the distance on the drive down is no less exciting than it was eight years ago, and the opportunity to actually live here for a short while is almost incomprehensible. Yes, it is loud, it is dirty, it is expensive, but it all adds to the feeling that New York is a city alive and without pretense, just waiting to let you in.

(update: since I wrote this post I got on a train going the wrong way, saw a rat on the subway, and was yelled at by multiple people on the street but hey; welcome to New York!)

My brother Jack and I at Rockefeller Center during one my first visits to NYC.