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A while back I wanted to share this little blurb I wrote with a yoga magazine or something of the zen kind. Instead I'll share it here. Hope you like: *** We are becoming ourselves always. There will never be  one  defining moment in our lives. Every now and then you’ll try a new pair of shoes, a new talk, a new walk. If you think in this moment you know who you are, hell I bet you do. But who will you be a year from now? Or five? Or ten? Saying you’ll know is like picking a spot way out on the horizon and describing the shadow of a tree. It’s not for you to know until you’ve walked right on top of it and stood within its shade. Someone or something will always be coming into your life to show you new ropes and new ways of thinking. Someone or something has already made you laugh, or cry, and taught you that you're worth something, or worth nothing. Either way it's always been up to you to believe it or not. At some point you will step back from Influence and lo
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So Long New England

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Dear Blog, There is so much to say... Let me start from the beginning of this exciting and bewildering new chapter: This story begins on June 6th when Evan pulled a crazy move and surprised me at the end of my work day for our 1 year anniversary. I wasn't expecting him until 9 that evening but there he was at 6 o'clock jumping the staff entrance wall to greet me as I walked out! He whisked me out to Gloucester to sit at the beach we visited the day we met and then off to dinner at a restaurant called Duckworth's Bistrot in east Gloucester Square. Getting surprised by Evan, seeing the ocean, the warm atmosphere of the restaurant, all of it culminated to make a magical evening. The restaurant was such a romantic little place with only a few tables, a bar in the back corner that could seat maybe five, some Christmas lights around the ceiling, and some truly delicious wine and seafood. Afterwards Evan even took me to the park where we sat on the swings our first day meeting
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Creative Hour

I do admit, for a blog with the word "Daily" in it, my posts don't come as frequent by any means. For this, I make no apologies and chalk it up to a full life. Challenges, triumphs and all. So! I hope you've all been well, and thought I'd include a recent blurb I wrote for a friend's blog called "Creative Hour with my Love" Sending my love. xo Emily Creative Hour with my Love                         1/28/13 As a full time employee in a very administrative department, I find very little time for creativity in my day to day. Having graduated with a major in Visual Arts two years ago at a school that nurtured my need to be submerged in colorful paints, bright glitters and all the tools that could assist my imagination, it was a slow and difficult adjustment to make. I found out that the days were no longer mine to conquer and explore, that my time belonged to “the Man” and that when I was set free at the end of the day, all energy—physica
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That Home Feeling

Good evening Blog, First- If you know anyone in the military, in any country, tell them about this and please consider it yourself- www.operationcorrespondence.com  Great. THANK YOU. Onwards... Tonight I'm out at the Carpenito's. Lynne Carpenito has just pulled two perfectly baked dishes of brownies from the oven, Joe is working on a robo man model next to me, and Liz Longley is singing "When You've Got Trouble" so sweetly to us via iTunes. It's a beautiful evening to cap a beautiful day out here in Carlisle where the sun was shining warm and the ice cream was sweet and cold. Much has happened since I last wrote you. I've moved into my own apartment in Davis Square! The commute to work is so much easier, I can finally find yoga or coffee shops if I have need, and if I want to stay out and meet up with friends I don't have to keep a knot in my stomach over whether or not the bus will be an hour or fifteen minutes- A train is always ten minutes awa
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"Butterfingers" Sounds Like it Should be a Good Thing

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You know that moment when you realize your parents are only human? I feel like I just had that realization about myself. First, let me say that I love my parents and of course had to realize at some point that they were not omniscient or superman. Though sometimes I wonder... To be clear, let's say I'm currently disappointed and frustrated with myself... I'm clumsy. I don't recall ever being so clumsy as a child, or pre-teen, or adolescent or even as a younger woman just four years ago. Over the past five months I've been noticing my uncanny inability to hold onto an object, to button a shirt correctly, to remember important details, to keep from spilling drinks and powders and foods and bags of just... stuff. When did my hands and even my mind become so untrustworthy? When did my body lose register of it's environment, leading me to pinch fingers, bump toes, hit my head on cabinets I thought I had closed? All of the sudden I hear myself trying to convinc
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Stop Dreaming Fool

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Dear Blog, This post is a contemplation on dreaming... and how it's useless. Today I turned on my computer at work and stared into the inbox of truth- No one is, or should be holding my hand anymore. I'm earning my own living without being on a financial plateau and I use phrases like, "Shouldn't we co-term with that vendor?" or "Optimally this would be addressed with a Purchase Order, please speak to so-and-so." This may not sound like much to some, but for a visual arts major once scared of numbers and with no finance background, nor much "Professional" history, I feel like I've climbed a mountain, and learned a lot. Serial numbers attached to hardware suddenly reveal meaning, contract numbers finally convey significance instead of mystifying and intimidating me. I feel like the rock star of multi-task and organization, and let me tell you, the spotlight is warm. As I sift through stacks of paperwork, answer the phone, fill forms
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The Unexpected Coffee Date

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Dear Blog, I know it's been far too long, yet again, since I've posted. As of yesterday I am finally and completely settled into my apartment. Joe and I went to Ikea this weekend (my very first ikea experience) where I bought a desk and a dresser so I no longer have to live out of plastic bins and go over bank statements sitting on the floor. Success! I'm like a real person again! A real live grown up...sigh. Well, I've got frames on the walls and everything in it's proper place, so despite the (most likely indiscernible) dollop of sarcastic excitement in my last statement let me say that I truly am thrilled to finally have a dresser and desk. With these, the rest of my room finally came into an organized, completed state which gives me comfort and peace of mind. And now, ever in line with doing the darndest, let me share with you my morning's adventure: When I sat down on the 89 bus at 7:30 this morning, I didn’t realize I would be the recipient of dra
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