Life-FINAL
Wasting time
You might have heard that Facebook turned ten this week. In commemoration, Time Magazine shared an app that can estimate the amount of time you’ve spent engaging on Facebook. The prospect of actually seeing all my wasted time sounded truly alarming, so I couldn’t resist.

According to this, I average a little over 1 day wasted on Facebook every two years. Keep in mind though, the app can’t quantify browsing, just actual posts. And I had to know.
So I made an estimation of my own: If I spend a cumulative 20-30 minutes a day on Facebook (and I do), that adds up to around six days of time. SIX DAYS.That’s basically a whole week of my only 52 a year!
After going so far as to consider deactivation, I still don’t have set goals for how to limit my time moving forward. But I know I’d much rather spend that time elsewhere, so I’m working on it!
How much time do you spend on social media every year?
Inspired by the classics
Red, white and blue outfits have never been my thing. While the Fourth of July is actually one of my favorite holidays, wearing that much Americana spirit any other day can quickly make individually stylish items together feel like a preppy costume.
Lately though, I’ve fallen in love with unique combinations like the ones above. Mixing completely different patterns within the red, white and blue color scheme has a surprisingly modern feel.
It’s unexpected, and I like it. I’m forecasting a whole lot more where this came from, which is Nordstrom by the way, in case you’re about to make a mad dash. I’ll see you there!
Wee little tasks
I tend to watch movies over and over and over. This is especially true for easy to watch rom coms, like He’s Just Not That Into You. For whatever reason, whenever I feel like watching a movie, that’s what I put in the DVD player. Not only has it contributed to my dating philosophy, continued my love for Baltimore, confirmed my woman crush on Scarlett Johansson, but there’s one particular scene that always stuck with me. It’s when Alex is talking to Gigi and says, “So you never wait until the last minute on a deadline or phone bill because secretly you kind of love the drama of not knowing whether or not you’re going to make it?” Now, I don’t think I do this because I like drama in my life, but I definitely do put things off that are easy to take care of. They’re annoying, tedious, dumb and I hate them. To put it lightly.
But I find this trait to be so very annoying. Let’s take for example the parking ticket for just $30 sitting on the floor of my car seat. It might be crumpled out out of anger, but still it’s there. I’m pretty sure I can pay this over the phone or even by just driving by the building a block from my apartment. But alas, it sits untended to in my car. It looks longingly up at me every time I get in the car, giving me those “pay me” eyes. But I’m immune. I turned in my check for my car registration two months late. And we won’t talk about my oil changes, 2013’s taxes, the return I never made, credit card cancellations, etc. Luckily for us, there’s automatic bill pay or we’d be in trouble.
So I’m trying to get better at this. To knock those tedious, annoying tasks out. Have you ever noticed that knocking those silly things out so they are no longer hanging over your head it feels amazing? I long for that feeling.
To start, I did my taxes. And I guess I’ll pay that damn ticket this week. Only if I have to. (and the law, nah the MAN, says that I do).
Doing it all
I realized this week I can’t do it all.
Realistically speaking, I’m fully aware I won’t get to everything on my lists (that’s right, plural) each day. But I still approach them with the idea that if I just keep working, if I just wake up earlier, every single item will finally have nice big line through it. One day, my list will be no more. Surprisingly, this has yet to ever happen, which can be quite a stress-inducing reality.
I recently had lunch with a married friend who confided about the possibility of kids, “I don’t know how people do it. I can barely manage my life, how are you supposed to add someone else’s too?”
Later, my roommate randomly turned to me and said, “Don’t ever let me become one of those moms that gets all wound up about things that don’t really matter.”
Not one of is anywhere even close to having kids, but it got me thinking. How do people do it?
My new theory is, they don’t. Maybe the secret to growing older successfully isn’t getting everything done, it’s being okay with not having everything done. It’s recognizing some things just don’t matter.
I stumbled upon this quote from What Not To Wear’s Clinton Kelley, and all I could say was, YES.
And some weeks I’m just going to forget when it’s my blog day, miss a long-awaited appointment and overbook myself with a whopping three activities for the same date and time. Whoops.
Crossing the line
I refer to my life in terms of spinning plates.
At any point in time I have multiple plates spinning. It is a fine but blurry line between too many plates and not near enough, but “luckily” testing lines with a dangerous combination of curiosity, ambition and pride has been a historic specialty of mine.
I get a masochistic kick out of challenging myself to see just how many plates I can keep going, and this week definitely set a record that put a significant dent in my office’s keurig supply, my sleep and liver health (good thing those things regenerate, right?).
Between insane work expectations, wedding planning, marriage planning, doctor appointments and just plain life, all the plates went airborne this week and left me scrambling at the bottom, hoping nothing would break.

I wish I had some wise words or a witty experience to share with you all today. All I can say is sometimes slow starts with coffee and a travel magazine, 3-mile weekend walks with your roommate and a lazy afternoon with your fiance and the latest Sherlock episode can’t come at a better time.
Habits of punctual people
I, Lydia, hereby state that I am a perpetually late person.
Phew, I feel better already! I hate being late, but it feels like I always am. If it’s south of 635, the odds of me being on time are lower than getting struck by lightning on the way, or better yet, winning the lottery. It’s terrible. I mean, really. I’m turning 25 here pretty soon, surely I can’t be a quarter of a century old and be that person who is always late. It’s nonsense.
What happens is. I’ll say it takes 15 minutes to get somewhere (but secretly know it takes 20) and I’ll get all ready and realize I have an extra 10 minutes. So I’ll start doing something else and before I know it 15 minutes has gone by, I can’t find my keys and by the time I get into my car I’m already 5 minutes late. It’s puh-thetic. And then sometimes I Just assume the people or person that I’m meeting will also be a little late, so I assume that gives me an extra 5 minutes. It’s really quite silly. So I’m changing it.
I read this article from Fast Company called 4 Habits of Punctual People. They say these mysterious punctual people are comfortable with downtime (which I do love…but prefer to have it at home), they’re organized (I like to think that I am, except when it comes to my keys and phone, I swear they have a life of their own), they give themselves buffer time (yeah….I don’t do this), and their realistic thinkers (touché). And get this, they leave early IN CASE there is traffic. Who woulda thunk. You mean, traffic is something to be planned for? And not my go-to excuse for being tardy? World rocked.
So I’m going to make more efforts to be one of these mysterious punctual people. To give myself buffer time. Put my keys in the same place. Be more realistic. And increase my Instagram follower collection so I have something to do when I’m early. Like my sixth grade band teacher used to say, to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late. Although I believe he went on to work for a rival school and therefore should be blacklisted, he had a point. Gah.
Leaning in
I recently started reading Lean In, a book by Sheryl Sandberg written in response to the overwhelming feedback she received after a TedTalk on how women are held back in the work place – and how we hold ourselves back. And by ‘recently’ I mean about a week ago and by ‘started’ I mean I’m about halfway done. I can hardly put it down! I can only imagine this is the first of a series of thoughts and tidbits I’ll have in reaction to the book. I at first hestitated reading it because it just seemed like over-hyped book on the lock-the-men-in-the-cellar type feminism, something that’s just not my taste. I could not have bee more wrong. Most of the time while I’m reading I think to myself, “YES! So that’s not just me?” and then other times I’m thinking, “Well now that’s just ridiculous. Who thinks like that?” Which makes sense. Just because we are all women doesn’t mean we are all the same. But I digress.
There was one particular section of the book that I found very interesting and connected with. It’s a topic that I don’t really like talking about out loud but is definitely something that’s crossed my mind many times and, as I learned, it turns out I’m not alone.
I don’t know when I’ll get married. I also don’t know when I’ll have kids. Or, to be honest, if I am totally sure I want children. I don’t even have a number in mind. Or an age that I want to have them. Literally, no clue. But for whatever reason the question of what I’ll do in my career when I have kids has been at the forefront of my mind for quite some time. I can’t even remember when I started thinking about it, but I have a feeling it was maybe high school – when I didn’t even have the faintest idea what I wanted to do with my career (or even what college I wanted to go to).
As it turns out, we women do this. But men don’t. We plan this out. Men don’t. We start concerning ourselves with this early. But, men don’t. Usually, this kind of planning can work out nicely to be ready for flux and flow. Instead what ends up happening is we hold ourselves back. We second guess career decisions because we wonder how this will affect our families one day. You might not even have a boyfriend, but you are already concerned about balancing. I’m twenty-four and the only work-life balance I really have to be concerned about is making sure I make it to yoga on time. But instead, I’m already worried about how I will “have it all”. If I aspire to be a CMO somewhere, how will I have time to be home? As a result, we don’t go after our goals as fiercely as we should. We have that fierceness in us, but it’s held back by worrying about future problems.
The irony is, by going after a higher position, you are often in a better place to have more control over your hours. You might also find yourself in a position that you have find immensely rewarding, which will make returning to the workforce after having a child much easier. Sandberg also cites many studies that show when a man and woman both share responsibilities cooking and bringing home the bacon, it leads to happier, more stable marriages. By having both parents involved in kid’s life, the child usually grows up to be a more well-rounded person.
Her conclusion was to not worry about this just yet. Don’t worry about having a work-family balance if there’s no family yet to balance. Go fiercely towards your dreams and don’t wonder if you should be holding yourself back.
If you are a woman in the business of making a career, I highly recommend starting in on Lean In. It’s an eye-opening adventure that will leave you feeling empowered, wiser and maybe a little freaked out (but at least aware) about the unspoken challenges that extend beyond the concept of a “glass ceiling” that can inhibit goals of advancing your career as a woman – both outside and self inflicted.
Serendipity

I love rom coms. From the Indie to the cheesy, I’m pretty much always game. Now the classics, the classics are something else. You’ve Got Mail, Must Love Dogs, Sleepless in Seattle, and what entertained me this weekend, Serendipity, all fill me with endless joy that hasn’t dwindled or faded.
Although a great film, I literally hadn’t even thought about Serendipity since I enjoyed a sundae at the Serendipity restaurant in NYC a few years ago. But the boyfriend mentioned the film and then instantly iI had the craving, a craving that needed to be immediately satisfied. Having gotten three hours of sleep on Friday night and then forcing myself to get out on Saturday and enjoy the good weather regardless of my exhaustion, I spent Saturday night in sweatpants watching this classic. I forgot how good it was!
Let’s start with the early look at Jeremy Piven, my Entourage crush. Oh how I’ve missed him. I kept waiting for him to fire someone, alas it never came. I loved John Cusack’s character as well, and especially his ability to rally friends and strangers behind his cause. His cause to know for sure, to find out what if.
I love stories about the what if. Those that seek something just to make sure they don’t live with regret. I always find the characters that didn’t go after the love they wanted, like the dad in Friends with Benefits and the mom in both The Notebook and Guilt Trip (are those the most random examples ever?), to be incredibly sad. They spend their whole lives always thinking that their life could have been happier, more fulfilled had they chosen a different love. In all these cases the people feel like they settled. The partners they did choose made them happy, but they always were filled with regret.
In Serendipity, both characters Sarah and Jonathan, are set to be married but suffer from wondering what if. They met one Christmas Eve by chance, but since both were in relationships, Sarah said that they weren’t supposed to meet just yet. Instead they put their love in the hands of fate, sending out signs into the universe and they waited for years for those signs to resurface. Three days before Jonathan was to say “I do” to someone else, he notices subtle hints in the universe suggesting he make one last effort to find this mysterious Sarah he met years before. Sarah, on the other side of the continent, is freshly engaged but is unable to shake the thought that she was making a mistake. That the man she spent a spontaneous afternoon with was in fact her destiny.
Both set out to find one another. Neither wants to always wonder, would I have been happier? Would it have been different?
I suffer from a fear of having regret. I’m hesitant to not seize an opportunity or follow my gut, because I never want to wonder what if. Not just in the matters of the heart, as in Serendipity, but in all aspects of my life. If there’s something that you feel in your gut has the potential to make you incredibly happy, you should do everything in your power to go after it. Finding Tiffany’s doesn’t just happen. It doesn’t just fall into your lap. You must actively seek it, actively create and seize new opportunities.
Now, excuse me while I go see where I can find You’ve Got Mail, I feel another craving coming on.
52 weeks and counting
At the beginning of the year my roommate breezed by me in the living room, talking about how she already “failed” at one of her New Year’s resolutions.
Then she smiled and said, “Well, at least I have 52 weeks to get better at it!”
For some reason this really struck me. Suddenly, 52 weeks felt like no time at all. It’s so easy to let an entire week fly by after busy work days, and hearing the year condensed into such a comprehensible, easily squandered timeframe confronted me again with just how important living intentionally is to make the most of every moment.
Technically, tomorrow marks the end of week 2. What are you going to do with your 50?











