I’ve never quite believed that one chance is all I get.

~Anne Tyler


I happen to be in nesting mode right now. That means my apartment generally looks like this…

But from the wreckage, comes stuff. Glorious stuff!

If you live in the New York area and need help building furniture, call me, I’m gifted with a screw driver.

A million years ago when I was getting ready to break up with a boyfriend, I read a book that suggested redecorating your space when you end a relationship: the goal being to cleanse your living space of any emotional baggage, and make room for the new happy you. Well, I broke up with my old life, and I’m currently rebounding with IKEA. Now that my home office is in working order, I’ve been redecorating my bedroom piece by piece. I wasn’t planning on it, but it felt natural and necessary to cleanse my most sacred of spaces. Enter a new bedspread, new matching night tables, and a vanity table (that I’m still waiting to be arrived). Down came the posters from the walls, and away went the bobbles and knickknacks. Clean and serene, that’s the vibe I’m going for these days.

I’m all about embracing fresh starts. Whether they come in the form of a new month, a birthday, a Monday, a layoff, or whatever inspiration comes your way, I say: make it, take it, run with it, and enjoy—but if it ends up being not quite as shiny and new as you were hoping, make a new one.

I have to say there’s a big part of me that feels a wee bit stupid for staying in a work situation that drained me so much emotionally for so long. I met up with a friend for dinner tonight, and over margaritas she made an observation, “I knew you were unhappy with your job, but until seeing you I didn’t realize how much it was effecting everything about you, you’re like a totally different person. I had begun to accept that that miserable person was just who you were.”

Yeah, I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.

I had hives! I went through a period of time that I was so stressed out about my job that I broke out in hives all over my body. That is not normal. Making a living should not make actually living suck. I may have a significantly smaller income these days, but I’m happy—I may not have recognized this before, but I do now: happy is worth a whole lot more than money.

Hopefully this new reality will stop being quite so novel soon (but no less exciting) because I’m running out of rooms to decorate.


Smoothe: Low fat kefir; frozen banana, peach, and mango slices; vanilla protein powder


Veggie burger, lite cheese, and whole wheat sandwich thin
Edemame hummus with whatever produce I had laying around the fridge that needed eating: celery, cucumber, tomoato


Kiwi margarita

Chips, guacamole and salsa

Biggest burrito ever!
Honestly, by the time the burrito arrived I had already filled up on guacamole and tequila. A girl has to have standards.