Monday Musings

Monday Musings: Abundance…

Social media is a beautiful thing. It allows us to connect with people from all around the world, and share our ideas, feelings and passions with like-minded people. Unfortunately it has also create a FOMO (fear of missing out) culture, and at times pushes people towards materialism and unattainable ideas of perfection.

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It can be hard to focus, to feel completely content in this digital age. It’s easy to feel like you don’t have enough, aren’t doing enough, just aren’t ENOUGH when social media is saturated with images of glitz, glam and “perfection”. But the truth is…

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Perfection is a lie.

We all have flaws, we all have fears, and worries and things that we want to improve. Behind all of the filters, good lighting and great poses, there’s little bits of imperfection in all of us. It’s fun to create an image, a personality, or even a brand and promote it on social media. But it’s also important to remember that it is our flaws that make us beautiful, interesting and unique. Striving to be perfect is a waste of time. It drains you physically, spiritually, and mentally. Work on embracing your flaws. Get comfortable with yourself. Practice self love.

Realize the abundance that you have in your life. Abundance of love, health, laughter, whatever makes you happy. And if you feel that you are lacking things, just remember that you have the power to change your life. You have the ability to be happy, to feel good. When you realize the power you have, you won’t rely on material things or the words of others to make you happy.

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P.S. Paris is totally my happy place, so you’ll probably see several pics from my time there throughout my blog.

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Random Thoughts

Lost in a Sea of Books

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I’ve always felt a love and connection to books. While reading books my mind gets taken away to another place, and I find myself getting wrapped up in the story. I can visualize the scenes and characters in books almost as clearly as I can see images on a TV screen.

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My love for books started very early. Around the age of one I would grab books and “attempt to read”. I was mimicking my mother who was also very fond of reading. As a little girl I loved to play with dolls, but I had a shelf of books that occupied the majority of my time. My parents found themselves buying me so many books that they started to bring me to the library because my shelf was running out of space.

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It was my love of libraries and books that also drew me to my dream school NYU. When I was ten years old, I went with my parents and older brother to tour the school. I had visited other colleges before, but I was captivated by NYU’s huge library. After seeing the library, I told my mother that I would go to NYU. She smiled and told me that if I worked hard enough I could go wherever I wanted. This dream stuck with me, and I eventually did go to NYU, and I found myself studying best at that impressive library that enraptured my ten year old mind.

Libraries and books are still a place of comfort for me. As an introvert I enjoy the peace and quiet, and the opportunity to take my mind elsewhere.

Monday Musings

Monday Musings: How Being Attached to Places Impacts our Sense of Self

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I have always felt connected to New York City.

I spent lots of time there during my childhood—visiting family, connecting myself to the beauty of Harlem, and finding myself lost in the sea of skyscrapers. I would dream of leaving my suburban life in Connecticut, and could clearly envision my family moving into a brownstone in Harlem. It got to the point where I had decided that New York was the PLACE for me, I would not be happy anywhere else.

Fast forward to the end of my high school days. I was off to college and going to NYU, my dream school in my dream city. I was excited to be a part of the city that had captivated me for so long. I spent those four years loving New York even more—it was the backdrop to my coming of age tale. I learned so much about the world in that city, and it was where I came into myself. When my college days started to wind down, I found myself wondering if people could develop a sense of dependence on a place, and find their identity wrapped up in a particular location.

I moved to Philly in August, and I find myself actively and inactively longing for New York. Philly is a cool city, but my attachment to New York has made it difficult for me to fully enjoy living here. I realized that New York became a safe space for me, as strange as that may sound. I had attached myself to it, and now I’ve realized that I cannot allow myself to be too comfortable in any one space. This year I’ve been thinking of ways to keep myself in a state of healthy discomfort, which includes moving around, traveling more, and not limiting myself and my identity to only one space. This is important not only for physical spaces, but also mental and emotional ones. It’s important that I keep pushing myself to branch out, and not cling to places or ideas for comfort. StockSnap_22BP3KNNOQ.jpg