Habits of punctual people

I, Lydia, hereby state that I am a perpetually late person.

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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

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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.

 

Perks of trying something new

On sunny days in Dallas all I want to do is go to Ascension. Their patio is a frequent host to my and Lydia’s blogging, drinking, caffeination and story swapping.

It’s slightly sunny and barely above 60 degrees today, so naturally I set out to make another such afternoon happen. I was mid-Google mapping when one of my new year’s goals came to mind, reminding me to try new things and places.

So I swapped my Google activity to search and began looking up a new coffee shop instead. Drip Coffee caught my eye, and after reading Yelp reviews criticizing the shop’s environment as too industrial (this Yelper would hate my wedding) and praising their fresh-roasted coffee, I was sold.

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And I’m in love.

I’m no expert when it comes to coffee terminology, but I can be a bit of a snob when it comes to taste. Their iced coffee is 100% my favorite in Dallas now. It is dark, rich flavor, slightly nutty and chocolatey, and – my favorite – has a smooth but thick texture. I don’t quite know how to describe it, but I can actually taste the coffee, you know? I hate when it’s a thin, almost syrupy-textured liquid.

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Music can make or break a place, and their’s is just the right style (good) and volume level (subtly audible). Nothing like the true aural hideousness that is Mudsmith. Don’t ever go there.

The baristas also actually know or want to know every customer and ask real questions about their lives, which is just awesome.

Regardless of whether my coffee description made any sense, you should definitely try Drip Coffee. Bonus, it is surrounded by a lot of shops with serious cute-potential. Apparently I should make it to the Park Cities side of town more often.

Fox Fodder Farm

I come from a wonderfully talented family pool. There’s graphic designers, yogis, bakers, app developers, landscape designers, writers, fashion icons, artists, script writers and the others are super smart, amazing people. Basically, they soaked up all the dang creativity and forgot to leave some! My jealousy and bitterness aside, last year my brother got married and this lead to lots of family reunions and specifically cousins that I hadn’t seen in SO long. One of these amazing cousins started her very own floral and garden design studio since I had last seen her (practically a decade ago if I’m not mistaken – crazy right?!), called Fox Fodder Farm in Brooklyn.

I happen to love flowers. Whenever I have the money, I’m absolutely going to be one of “those people” that always has fresh flowers in their house. I literally stop and smell the roses when I go for a walk or run and nothing can brighten my day so easily as a bouquet of gorgeous flowers (ahem, orange roses to be very specific). But my cousin takes floral design to the next level. These aren’t your $10 Whole Foods bouquets. And I just love everything she creates. The textures, use of earthy tones and unique plants, the combination of the delicate with the masculine, all of it. I want my future home, actually I want my life to look like these pieces of artwork. All the different, the odd and the pretty, all coming together to create one intricate, riveting, display.

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Not only am I captivated by her designs, but I also think it’s awesome that she started her very own business – and it was all through following her passion. Tiffanys found?

You can also check out this little lovely interview for more:
http://www.tastebudsdaily.com/fox-fodder-farm/

52 weeks and counting

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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?

A good day for donuts

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My ultimate zen is a Songza playlist of the “sunshine indie” variety and a mid-morning baking session, which is also when the natural light is best for capturing photographs along the way.

Luckily, I never face a shortage of baked goods I want to try for the first or fortieth time. Ever since I tried Babycakes’ unbelievable gluten-free, soy-free, vegan donuts in New York, I have had a major craving. And is it just me or is there an unusually high number of donut recipes floating around Pinterest lately?

So this Saturday I took a short, relaxing break from what is shaping up to be a jam-packed January to try out this recipe I found from Bubble Girl Bakes.

The perfect playlist blasted, the sunlight hit just right and these guys turned out delicious. It’s been a good day.

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Here’s her recipe, with my notes in parentheses.

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons flaxseed, finely ground
½ cup warm water
¼ cup light extra virgin olive oil
¼ cup maple syrup (All I had on hand was the corn syrup variety…)
¼ cup molasses (I happened to have some gingerbread flavored syrup I used in its place)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup + 2 tablespoons bg bakes gluten free all-purpose flour mix (I used a store-bought GF flour mix)
1 teaspoon ground ginger
½ teaspoon cinnamon
½ teaspoon nutmeg
½ teaspoon cloves
½ teaspoon sea salt
½ teaspoon baking soda

1. Whisk the flaxseed and water well; let sit for minimum of 5 minutes.
2. Mix all liquids including flaxseed mixture on high.
3. Sift dry ingredients in until just combined, each in order of how listed above.
4. Pour into a greased donut pan, roll on a pan for donut holes, whatever! I put the gingerbread ones in a cupcake pan I had, then finally had the bright idea to put the chocolate batter into an icing piping bag to shape into the traditional donut shape on a pan.
5. Bake at 375 F for ten minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.
6. Enjoy!

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I also tried her chocolate donut recipe, which was good (although the gingerbread ones win my vote). It was actually my first flaxseed baking experience, and I have to say, it went well! The donuts came out moist and not crumbly at all, which can sometimes be a problem with gluten-free baking.

Next up, jelly donuts!

Currently craving: HAM

Ohhh man I’m crushing hard.

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Shout out to Confessions of a Design Geek for the introduction, I’m in love with just about everything by the design brand HAM. In 2013 they won Best Stand at Home London in 2013, well deserved methinks. Guys, I want I want I want. A mug, tea towel, print, or notebook. Whichever. Sign. Me. Up. My birthday is in May, plenty of time for them to restock on the mugs, just throwing that out there. Which is your favorite?

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Finding creativity

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Creativity is like luck.

It’s always a bit of a gamble when – or you fear, if – inspiration will strike. You hope. You have your go-to tactics to encourage it, not unlike a superstitious tick…a certain playlist, position or activities.

And just like actually saying you’re lucky seems like a bad idea (wouldn’t want to jinx it!), it seems rather presumptuous to call oneself creative.

But here I sorta go.

I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t call myself an exceptionally creative person. I constantly see seemingly effortless but flawless and original writing and Instagram photos and think, “Why didn’t I think of that?” 

I do think and hope I lean more that way on the scale than anywhere else, though, and I try to feed my creativity as much as possible through browsing design pins, trying my own hand at photography and reading about others’ inspired ideas, blogs and entrepreneurial spirit.

Receiving anonymous “snaps” from all my colleagues (an agency annual tradition) citing my creativity came just in time. I’ve been feeling less than inspired so far in 2014, and it has helped to have the external reinforcement. After a week of brainstorms and ideas I’m truly excited about, though, I feel like I’m emerging from the professional portion of my creativity slump.

The personal side, on the other hand, could use some of your help. What sources do you turn to for inspiration?

 

P.S. I highly recommend the Stars Pandora station for your next writing playlist. It’s inspired.

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