It never hurts to take a little time to reflect and process.
June is going to be a big month, for me, one that will be (I hope) full of positive change. I recently left my job, which is as much of a relief as it is terrifying. While I feel like the word “toxic” is way overused (ugh), I 100% believe that retail, especially the weird secondhand corner of the retail world my former employer resides in, can be an extremely toxic environment. It certainly took its toll on me. After four and half years, it was time for a change. There were some great days, though, for sure. Treasured objects and people.
I worked hard on my college degree, learning about the things I loved, only to gently push it aside, waiting for “later.” Now that I’m fully dedicated to grad school, I realize that I’ve been missing out. A lot of that comes from insecurity and uncertainty, for sure, because I worry that maybe I waited too long, or that I didn’t look for the right opportunities. There are a lot of what ifs. I’ve never been a big risk-taker. I’m worried that younger, ballsier people will leave me in the dust. They probably will. I don’t know how to do my makeup, and I wear too much black, and I never know what to say, or what to do with my hands when people are talking to me. That being said, I guess I’d rather be trying and failing than just continuing to float semi-miserably along.
The difficult thing now is to transition. I’ve been working retail since undergrad, because it always paid the bills. That’s eight years under my belt in a world I really don’t want to be a part of any longer. So where to go from here?
That remains the question.
I’m cleaning out my desk drawer in preparation for moving. Things are slowly going into boxes. There’s a lot of clutter to get rid of, papers to sift through. I want to start fresh, but there are some things I will always take with me. I really don’t think you can ever just drop everything and go. Maybe some people can.
There is a dress in a box in my closet that I’ve had since I lived in Burlington. I bought it on clearance at Urban Outfitters, my second year at UVM. That knowledge is not special; I know where and when all my clothing has come from. There is nothing spectacular about this dress. Despite not currently being able to fit into it, or even wanting to be able to fit into it (it’s equivalent, I think, to a size 2, like no that is not happening), I haven’t been able to let it go. It doesn’t represent anything in particular, at least nothing I can put a finger on. At that point, I was still trying to figure things out. There is nothing about this dress that I even like. The colors aren’t me, the material makes me sweat, and the cut is not even remotely flattering. I finally managed to move it from a hanger to a donation box a few months ago. I haven’t looked at it since, I do not miss it, and yet for some reason I couldn’t be bothered to get that box of donations out the door.
That box is gone this week. The fact that it’s even occupying any part of my brain is seriously driving me batty.
This full moon means beautiful things are afoot. June is a month that has often left me feeling a little empty. There are memories here that will always be with me. If I can take even some of that sadness and turn it into something new and good, I will consider it a success.
The friends I used to drink cider and howl at the moon with are three hours and a mountain range or two away, but summer makes me think of them.
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I needed a blog sabbatical. I can’t be bothered to offer an explanation. Suffice to say I was feeling a little weary and self-indulgent. But hello. Since my last post, I’ve been home to Vermont, spent some hours in Boston, planted some greenthings, and have had some really great beer. More on that forthcoming. Welcome back. This post has been in my drafts for ages, so I figured I’d polish it up and send it out into the world. Friends, it’s a start!
Dani and I are currently in the process of planning a baby shower for a co-worker who is pregnant with her first little kidlet. Since all of our gifting ideas seem to be rooted in rainbow fantasy hippy land, we’ve decided to go with an appropriately themed party. I’m honestly out of my element, here; I haven’t planned a party since college, and I have zero experience with baby showers (and babies). That doesn’t mean that brainstorming hasn’t been a total blast, though. Can we wear unicorn horns and fairy wings? I don’t know, but there will be glitter on the cupcakes.
Buying baby stuff is lots of fun, but I was feeling like poor mama was getting left out of the equation. Their registry is obviously focused on more practical items, so we’ve been trying to find balance, picking up little things here and there that will pamper mom and keep her spirit high when things are looking tough. After all, carrying this little human around has been (and will likely continue to be) a lot of hard work!
If you’re a mom, tell me what your favorite baby shower gifts were! Was there anything you received that was super thoughtful? We’ve also encouraged people to bring books to the shower instead of greeting cards, so feel free to leave some suggestions!
This week’s Mail Day covers a lot of ground! I spent a bit of my tax return on some nice things for myself (as well as birthday gifts for the Boyo). This collection of packages definitely ends my minor spending spree. I also received some perfume testing samples from my long-time internet lady, Jess (at Wanderlusted). She’s been busy crafting a line of scents named Rogue Alchemy. I’m really excited to try these out; I’ll let you know how it goes (THANK YOU JESS).
It seems I’ve become something of a nail polish junkie. I’ve signed up for Julep’s Maven program and received my first box! I decided that getting full bottles of great nail polish every month seemed like a better treat for me than Birchbox’s monthly box of samples. I think Birchbox is a really fun program, but I’m so particular about what I use when it comes to cosmetics and personal care, that I can’t really use everything in the box every month. Spending a couple extra dollars on products I know I’ll use seems like a much better deal, and speaks to my thrifty-at-heart nature. My beautifully packaged starter box contained two “four-free” full-sized polishes (Lisa and Petra) and a bottle of cuticle oil. Pleased as punch.
Do you subscribe to any monthly boxes? What are your thoughts? Any favorites? They’re popping up everywhere.
Next week’s Mail Day is going to be a little more down-to-earth. Buying things on the internet has been fun, but now I have grown up things to pay and save for. Like, food. And rent. And art supplies. Mostly food.
Oh! I am not sure if you’ve noticed or not, but I’ve resurrected my old (old) food/snack blog, Okazu. I hope to be updating over there a couple times a week. If you like Asian snacks and candy, feel free to give it a follow!
Tunbridge Fair is kind of a big deal in my life.
State lines are meaningless.
This weekend involved an impromptu trip slightly north (but not north enough to be all-the-way home).
Farm animals, ferris wheels, best friends, and contra dancers heal all wounds, solve all problems.
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