10 Random Things to Keep in Your Apartment

August 29, 2017August 28, 20175 Comments

Last month, I wrote a post about all the random things to keep in your desk at work & I got a lot of great feedback! (I’m happy my collection of random things made your workdays better). So in a similar train of thought, I figured I’d list the random things to always keep in your apartment. Some are more obvious than others, but everything listed below has helped me in one circumstance or another. Again, this is beyond the apartment “basics” (cleaning products, coffee maker, pots & pans, etc. etc.) These are the random things you may not think of right away but will definitely come in handy.

of course there’s an ampersand in my room

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My 5-Minute Makeup Routine

August 22, 20178 Comments

I’ll be honest with you: I’m not a huge makeup junkie. I was never one to watch YouTube tutorials, try out a million different lip shades or spend $100+ in Sephora (although I see how that’s very easy to do). No disrespect to everyone out there who proclaims themselves as a makeup enthusiast–if you can do a perfect cat eye, I have mad respect for you. IDK why, but growing up & now in my 20’s, I’m just not that into makeup.

All that being said, I do like to wear makeup & wear some almost every day (because I’m not Beyoncé and do not wake up flawless.) It makes me feel pretty and put together so I have a very simple (and quick!) routine that I do every morning. I figured I’d share it with you because it’s ideal for the mornings you’re running late for work/school or you want to go with a simpler weekday look. The best part is, this routine is less than 5 minutes (I actually timed it this morning) and most of the products I use are under $10. So for the days that you rather get a lil extra beauty sleep~ vs. put on your face, try this makeup routine instead.

only the necessities.

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Timing is Truly Everything

August 17, 2017August 17, 20174 Comments

A few weeks ago, I was at Wawa grabbing coffee before making the drive from the shore back to Philly. It was early, maybe 6:45 a.m., and I was still in my just-waking-up daze. I approached the cashier to pay for my coffee at the same time as an older gentleman.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you can go,” I sort of mumble & smile.

He smiles back. It’s one of those grandfatherly smiles. “No dear, ladies first, I’m in no rush.”

I step up to the counter. “Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” (I’m polite to a fault, thanks Mom & Dad).

He laughs. “Yes, I’m certain. You worry about life too much. Don’t worry so much.”

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You worry about life too much.

That phrase stuck with me during my two hour drive and for a few days later. It was such an interesting thing to say to a stranger, but that morning, I needed to hear it.

He was right–I do worry too much. I’ve always been “a worrier,” but my anxiety levels reached a new high after I graduated college. All of a sudden there was no distinct path or structure my life. Every time I looked out into the future, I saw a blank slate. My worry came from not knowing how everything was going to work out. I’m a planner at heart. Type A to a T. I like knowing the who/what/when/where/why/how in every situation I’m facing.

But that’s not how life works. And I think I’ve finally learned (accepted?) that.