I turned 22 on September 6th. I’m not sure how many of you will read this, but I think it’s important to remind ourselves of all of the things that we love. The idea of this post made me happy, and so here it is, out of my brain and into yours.
This is a “girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes” type list. Also, now I’m totally listening to Sound of Music for inspiration as I write this.
I hope it prompts you to think about your own loves. They can be big or small. They are things that made me happy today and, I am pretty dang positive, will make me happy tomorrow. I think they all matter tremendously.
My family, of course and always. For being fearless (Hey, Dylan, you are a rockstar and I can’t wait to sit in the stands at the US Open cheering for YOU) and brilliant (dad, never stop foraying into the new, unknown and exciting — pretty sure I am the risk taker I am today because of this exact gene I so luckily acquired) and invincible (my mom, for taking care of somehow all of us — often while we resist — and also for healing weirdly immediately from knee surgery. You are actually a superhuman. Now stop dancing in heels. But also, never stop.)
Nicholas Samuel Gash. Everything. I wrote a lot here, then realized nothing I type really does it. So, everything.
Coffee. Made from the pot in my apartment that is now officially over a year old. Woah. The same pot of coffee that energized me through my last semester of school, my first real job, my first realization that I am definitely better off not near that first real job, and so many other mornings that have mattered.
Girlfriends. Also known as people who “got yo’ back”. Even while you’re doing really unsure things. My friends, I’m convinced, are the most talented, weird and beautifully joyous people that walk this earth. The laughs don’t cease! It’s uncanny. Thank you for continuing to see and talk and listen to me regularly.
Work. Work that I’ve made for myself. Kind of like when I would copy the descriptions on the backs of books onto lined paper in my childhood bedroom and pretend that some terrible teacher (whom definitely did not exist anywhere in my real life) was about to walk in at any moment, and scream at me if I didn’t finish (I loved doing this more than I can ever describe to you). So that’s sort of like life now, but way more terrifyingly real. Also, I don’t know who to make that fake teacher. But I am learning every day, and that’s enough.
Going off of the above: freedom. I am being melodramatic, but also, freedom. It’s the rise of the Do You!!! and I’ll cheer you on (whoever you are, beautiful reader) when you want to Do You too. Doing You is hard and never comfortably normal (now I feel like this is going down a weird path) but it’s worth a try.
Fall television. I want to cry thinking about how excited I am.
Cooking. This may fall under the Nicholas Samuel Gash branch, but I also believe that I am really, really loving my time experimenting in my little New York kitchen. Come over for a dinner party, please. I know it’s basic, but I’m pretty sure my stir fry is good.
Hilarious workout instructors. I seem to be collecting them like Pokemon. New York Pilates on West 3rd hosts one by the name of Britni, and so does The Lab in Dumbo, her name is Lawson and she told me I had a butt made for doing sandbag exercises, so I proceeded to love her forever.
The idea of a new 2017 calendar/planner. This past year, I used the Day Designer which was just slightly too big. Any recommendations?!
The Shopping App Extraordinaire: Operator. If you even remotely enjoy shopping in any capacity, download Operator right now.
LOL at this next one: my bank. Thanks to Ms. Jessica McCarthy of Luminous Architecture, I am not holding the reigns of my own money-keeping. Simple is a mobile bank that is an organizer’s (cough*control freaks*cough) dream. Goals on goals on goals.
These flats from Zara: Leather Mule Loafers.
My fish, always. Nick and I lovingly, and probably inappropriately, refer to them as “them” as though they are real children. Although, Lily has a cotton-ball looking fungus growing on her butt and she’s quarantined in the fireplace…more on this later. We have time to work on our parenting skills, I hope.
Candles. This time of year, candles just become even more godly in my eyes. I want candles that sit on counter tops and coffee tables and by my bed (if you’re reading mom, don’t worry too hard) and especially that float magically in my candelabra (s).
Walking around the Village. GUYS IT IS ALMOST FALL IN THE VILLAGE. Do you even know what this means?!?!
Another classy follow-up of sorts to the above, IT IS ALMOST HALLOWEEN AND WE ARE GOING TO THE SLAUGHTERED LAMB ERRDAY.
Books. They’re always there for you. Here are a few of my favorite quotes to end this post on:
“Ideas aren’t magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down.” – Lynn Abbey
“In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone’s true character is revealed.” – Gail Carson Levine
“I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.” – Julien Green
“I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me.” – Julia Donaldson