WORDS | "ROOM" BROUGHT US TOGETHER

Change, low-key, kind of sucks. We pretend to be okay with it, and know to anticipate that it - being change - will happen when we least expect it. That's just how it goes. And of course, we learn to adapt, roll with the punches and usually accept it, with the end goal, of well, embracing it in some capacity.

It's what we are taught to do.  

Change. 

IT'S INEVITABLE, but it doesn't make it any easier when you're in the midst of it. I'll be the first to admit that all too often, I frequent any excuse to make it appear that all I am okay with the change of tides. But in actuality, sometimes, I just don't want to deal with the feels; all of the many feels that ensue when change comes crashing wildly at your doorstep. 

And without choice, you're forced to deal. 

So my 'words' this Wednesday are essentially a long rambling that wrap around this noun. 

Change.

To say on February 3rd of 2014, the day I started at BRANDSTYLE COMMUNICATIONS, I would be reporting back with word that my place of employment also has doubled as the place that laid the foundation for one of the most important friendships I have made, not only in this city, but in life, I simply would have riddled you crazy. 

Fast forward two (plus) years later. It happened. I made one of my very closest friends. And guess where it all began: Suite 407. 

I met Sarah. While I know this was not an easy decision for her - at all - she is moving on to start working at another agency that will help build her reputable fashion portfolio.

This girl comes to the table with a hell of a hard work ethic and a strong head on her shoulders. Our company has dubbed that she is the one who is always ready, willing and able.

This is the crazy thing that many of you know, but here it is again: we are in our twenties. These are the years to make our moves; the years to make things count. These are the years to build on our strengths (I couldn't believe this to be more important, trust me) and frankly, be selfish in finding what sparks our souls.

This is what it is to be a mid-twenty-something.

As millennials, we are in the business of finding the path to our own mecca of happiness; it's in our generational blood. Honestly, it's kind of what we are taught to do; how we are taught to pursue (point ____ blank).

This is something that usually involves the infamous word: 

Change. 

On the contrary, we, as humans, we are in the business of often being intimidated by change. 

That said, I have spent the past days reflecting on change. And the whys of why it scares us: 

Some periods of our life involve change; and sometimes we find it confusing. We can feel angry or sad that we can't see what's to come. Because of this, we often associate these emotions that come with change to be unpleasant. And why is this unpleasant? Because it's the not knowing of what's happening, what's to come.

It's this underlying feeling of being forced to hold your breath. It's not comfortable to creatures of habit.

But - there is always a but - I also am learning that it's okay to be scared for change to happen. To be sad. To relish in the feels, however uncomfortable it may seem at the time. 

I keep repeating this but:

It's okay to want to feel.

It's okay to want things to always remain the same.

It's not okay to dismiss a situation.

Why? 

Well, it's usually during a period of change, where we grow the most. And it's usually during this period where we pushed out of our comfort zones (you know the ones we tend to hide behind?) that we see growth. During periods of change, we are pushed to see new windows of opportunities; for ourselves (selfishly) and for others (willingly).

And while it usually doesn't feel like we are prepared to deal with the start of a new season, it's often during this period we find inner-sense of accomplishment. And we accomplish this as we find unforeseen strength.

It all happens as we learn to deal with the uncertainty that coincides with the progression of moving forward. 

Summary? It's okay to be scared of change. But it's equally important to embrace it.

Back to Sarah. 

Allowing myself to actually feel the feels about her moving on kind of validates what an important part of my life this girl has played over the past years. She's been a mentor since day one; teaching me and guiding me in the totally insane industry that public relations entails. She's been the girl that makes me laugh consistently, every single day, over just about anything. She's been one of my favorite happy hour martini dates after work on the reg. and my post-work subway commute partner (to help shield off all of the insane humans we encounter under ground in that ratchet form of public transportation). She's basically been a rock... since our very first froyo date at The Plaza Food Court as we quickly left the office together for, apparently, a not-so-healthy lunch.

So yes, I am here to tell you that I am sad that she is leaving. I am here to tell you that all of these feelings have ensued with the thought of her leaving. 

But life is comprised of one constant: 

Change.

And like I said earlier, it's about rolling with the damn punches

Wishing you the very best on your new adventure, my martini Markowitz. We still have a hell of a lot more memories to make, my friend, as we build our homes downtown. I can't help but wonder where I would be without your friendship.

Room will never be the same without you.  

- boop - love you to the moon X

THIS WEEKEND | ALL I NEEDED WAS 24 HOURS TO MYSELF

As someone who is notorious for a packed-plate, I am beginning to realize I often forget to breathe. And when I say this, I am actually not fully kidding. I get so caught up - insert: broken record status here - in the tales and adventures of living in this city, I sometimes forget the most essential part of living. 

Breathing. 

This weekend I tried to do a little more of that. 

Friday's move? Step one: remembering to unwind. That said, after work, Sarah and I got manicures and pedicures. This was followed by ordering in a Greek situation from Beyoglu (the eggplant dip is fire) at Justin and Dylan's most-cozy Upper East Side abode. One can assume there was wine involved. I feel so lucky for the honesty their friendship brings my life. Finished the night in my hood with a few of the faves.

Saturday was the day. Que? It was the day I took for myself. This is what I dub my personal day.  

It entailed Akin's Army bootcamp at Studio B, a wholesome breakfast at Peacefood Cafe, being roped into another of Akin's Soul classes 10 minutes prior to start time, and yes, all of the iced coffee (#addict) from La Colombe while walking miles and miles alone. The day helped me get my bearings again.

...last week was a busy one.  

Side note: Want to glow? Do yourself a fav and buy a Boscia Sake Brightening Hydrogel Mask. You actually must trust + try with this one. (And secretly I needed to write this down so I know exactly which mask to repurchase next time I skip over to Barney's...)

Walked about 7 miles this day because there is just so much to see. 

Walked about 7 miles this day because there is just so much to see. 

Met Jade later on for one drink (and epic view) before heading to watch movies with my friend Nick at his place to complete the day.

Does that take your breath away? Status update: I am in a SERIOUS relationship with the one above ( ^^^^ ) right there. 

Does that take your breath away? Status update: I am in a SERIOUS relationship with the one above ( ^^^^ ) right there. 

And let's be real here, I am in the business of celebrating Sunday tradition. And I might be biased here, but it's a day I continue to love more, and more, as it starts off with Madd and Ed in Akin's SoulCycle Survivor class, quickly followed by coffee together at Ceci Cela.

I believe there is a saying, 'rewards according to the efforts', which means I totally deserved my brunching experience later with Claire at Narcissa at The Standard East Village. Girlfriends like to eat and gossip. On repeat. 'Nough said.

Due to some serious full body soreness, I treated myself to a hole-in-ze-wall Asian massage place. The lady told me she felt my body was very stressed... I told her that I feel that too. 

Ended the evening in Dumbo, Brooklyn with Erin over a meal of brussels, delicata squash and a harvest mixed green salad from Atrium... because honestly, what Sunday doesn't deserve to end with some sort of catch up over a culinary experience?

Full weekend. Full heart.  

Starting this week stronger and centered as this week will be a complex one; one filled with change. 

Was your weekend rewarding? 

 

 

P.S. Highly recommend taking a personal day. 

THIS WEEKEND | PLANKS AND PASTEL CELEBRATION

Easter. A word, and weekend, synonymous with pastel-colored eggs, bunnies, benedicts and bellinis, dresses covered in alluring flower prints, preppy bow-ties and, well, if you're lucky, some warm weather and budding blooms. In fact, we tend to get so caught up in these sensory-inducing #things that we often forget the reason we are even celebrating to begin with.

I digress.

Friday night, I spent the evening at Mission Chinese Food with Jade and her lovely family. I adore her parents... and there are few things better than going to dinner with a family that loves to eat. Who wants to go out to eat with people that pick at their food? Not. I. 

Also: I have truly encountered my fair share of great dishes, but the green tea noodles at this joint? They are winners. Order those... and the pop rocks dessert. 

Saturday was spent sweating. Started at a full body bootcamp with Akin's Army with all of the troops lined up at Studio B. Per usual, I left the class so psyched about the session and strength gained. Because I had nothing else to do the rest of the day, I found myself parked front row at a 90 minute Soul challenge... alongside many of the people I finished bootcamp with earlier. Endorphins. Amplified. 

My dinner 'er reward? Vegan peanut butter chip ice cream from Van Leeuwan

Easter morning I didn't go to church. But I did take time to remember the reason for the day.  I walked to Black Seed Bagels and had a morning moment to myself to just reflect? Seems like the right thing to do with coffee and an everything bagel before you. Shortly there after, headed to Basking Ridge, New Jersey to spend the rest of the day with Victoria and Kels' fam. We drank rose, ate so much (insert: a cauliflower au gratin dish) and a chocolate peanut butter peeps 'smores dip that was to.die.for. Good work Kels. 

But back to where I started: if you forgot why we all were partaking in fun extra-curricular activities, I will help clear it up for you. I'm not an overly-religious person, but I am sure as hell spiritual and do believe that this weekend was meant to celebrate him rising up. And to celebrate forgiveness. And over all else, to celebrate the brilliance of his most powerful, radiating love from above. 

Hopefully you celebrated this with ones you love, too. This city is idyllic in the spring. x

YOUR NEW TRACK THIS TUESDAY

Albeit I have had a kind of miserable case of the chills the past couple of days (didn't know spring fever actually brought along the real thing...), I can't get over how good things are lately. 

At any given moment, we usually have a song that defines our #everydayfeels... am I right?

For me, this is like, oh I don't know, my mental 'spring break' song. That's definitely not a thing, but we can pretend this once. It's the kind of song that I have playing when I'm cooking, walking to work, skipping off to another bootcamp, sprinting to a coffee shop, showering (guhh-rate shower song), getting ready with a cocktail in hand and the like. 

Things are really good right now. Lots of good people in my life. Lots of things in the pipeline I am pretty psyched about. 

I'm In Love With My Life (listen here)

Did you like? Maybe this will be your new walking to work song, too. I hope so. 

THIS WEEKEND | SURPRISES 'N PREDICTABILITY - YES BOTH

Let me preface this post with the mere simply do not have time for any sort of cold situation that is going to slow me down; especially when it cuts into my weekend jaunting. My biggest, er, struggle was forcing myself to do less this weekend. But you’ll soon see - I think I only made that goal - well, half-way, this time around. Probably why I am more sick today... 

Mane-maintenance: a true nonnegotiable. With the change in seasons, it was time to lighten the locks a bit. That being said, there is no other place I would trust more for my #springsprucing other than the hair whispers at the Oscar Blandi Salon on Madison Ave. 

Side note: kidnapped Kels for a quick piercing on our way uptown. Like when I say quick, the pit stop and piercing all happened in under 10 minutes. 

#earparty

 

I had a serious case of the chills all day long (no fun zone) but this helped cure me some to get ready for Jade’s evening soiree. Chris threw a surprise party that truly had our girl, well, surprised. The party consisted of a wine tasting that involved multiple bottles of various reds - all from ze Americas - and each of us trying to figure out which bottle was which, etc. And of course, what party is complete without homemade guac, brie and gummies? 

Only fail for the night? There isn't a picture that has everyone's #approval to post of the group, but there’s no faking it: the people that were at the party are my people for life. Please review our exclusivity clause if you’d like to be included. Kidding; kind of. 

My Saturday morning started with a few shots of ginger and cayenne from Juice Press to ward off any further nonsense that could slow me down. Shortly after, made my way to Akin’s Army Bootcamp at Studio B. I’ve never loved the structure of a class as much as I love his one.hour.and.thirty.minute full body magic — and I have never been surrounded by more people who all aspire to build together; finding new ways to make our body react. 

I did try to nap during the afternoon. And I did, successfully, fail. 

My night? It was spent with Jade. And it was spent doing what we do best: consuming dirty martinis, at The Dirty French, and trying newly buzzed-about restaurants. This time we headed to the Lower East Side to try Wildair; a James Beard Award nominee for best new restaurant in New York. 

I want to repeat this exact meal, over, and over, and over again. 

I want to repeat this exact meal, over, and over, and over again. 

Being a girl who’s had her fair share of eating adventures in this city (too many?), I often leave enthusiastic about the ambiance and underwhelmed by the plates. Not the case at this spot. It’s wildly appealing for foodies who enjoy fresh cuisine that’s not trying overly hard. For starters - the bread - it was incredible. And not all olive oil is created equally, but the one served here? Unreal. The charred red beets blew my mind, as well as the little gem salad. And did you really complete a meal if you don’t try the dessert? Three words: chocolate peanut tart. Game over. 

Honestly, the night was perfect. We ended it in the West Village with drinks at The Happiest Hour and another spot that I don’t recall the name of…

My Sunday routine was varied this week as I wanted to give my body a bit of a break. I opted for a mid-morning sweat session with hot yoga at Y7 with Kels. Honestly, felt amazing afterwards. Sweating out any last bit of cold I had in me. 

Naturally, we rewarded ourselves with acai bowls, sweet potato hash and kale avocado salad afterwards. By now you’re probably scratching your head, wanting to figure out a way to tell me I have got to get someone to sew my mouth shut, etc.? I’d let you… but I would miss espresso far too much. 

Rounded out the weekend with upping my meal prep game for the week ahead + making a rice krispy treat birthday cake with tiers of frosted flakes and dark chocolate chunks for a friend of mine. 

It’s a classified process; learning to love living in this city the way I do.

Happy first day of Spring! Glad it's giving us such a #warmwelcome

Side note: My little brother, Johnny boy, was featured on ESPN's Top Ten plays of the day for his catch in centerfield for the Toledo Rockets. Proud sister. Way to make your dreams come true. Check the catch here

THIS WEEKEND | MY THIRD.WHEEL.GAME WAS STRONG

I like weekends without an abundance of set plans. While they're a rarity, I went into this weekend without too many commitments and all ended up working out, well, quite consummately. Really. 

Friday night, I dated Madd and Ed. Kind of kidding? But then again, kind of not. Started the evening with wine and apps at Madd's apartment, followed by the utmost v.i.p. treatment at Arturos c/o who frequents the restaurant habitually for good reason; a spot I can say with certainty that I will be returning to time and time again. Envision this - fresh parm on arugula, penne with homemade vodka sauce + a large pizza loaded with veggies (skinny swallowing) - then, add a small jazz band adjacent our table (baby grand and all), checkered table clothes and a lovely couple across from me. What more could one want in a Friday dinner date?

Moved by new friendships rooted through a passion to better one another.

We then partook in Catchphrase. We then rounded out the night at Spring Street Lounge.

The night ended late. The night ended successfully.

And a Saturday morning wouldn't be complete without a start at Bandier's Studio B with a 90 minute training session led by Akin. Madd, Ed and I (note: third.wheel.status, success) left feeling that inevitable endorphin high, fully inspired to continue to create better versions of ourselves and of course, totally ready for a strong coffee from Toby's Estate off of Fifth Ave. And of course, had a lunch consisting of a quinoa granola bowl with homemade almond milk and fresh strawberries from the best in town: Fresco. 

Lots of movement before quickly throwing myself together for an afternoon at the Bronx Botanic Garden with Jade and Mel for the Orchid Show.

More of a succulent kind of girl, to be totally frank with you. BUT the orchids were also v. pretty. 

Things you should know: 

It takes quite a bit of time to get to the Bronx via subway. Lots of subway time. Wow, like a lot. 

The show? It was worth seeing - seriously. I'd highly recommend going. It was kind of crazy, to be fully honest, how calm I felt walking through the entire conservatory exhibit. Something about nature, and the purity of the plants, that just makes your mind race a little less, and your head think a little more clearly.  

Us three have ze best adventures together. We really do. 

The rest of Saturday was spent walking around with my sister-friend Jade, watching Sex and the City final episode reruns, drinking dirty martinis on the Upper East Side and having Tor join us for dinner at UVA. This is where bread and burrata, plates of pasta and pairings of wine from Pulglia can be inserted. 

Quick reflection: My friends? They're always my biggest inspiration. How we got here? How we got so blessed, etc.? I try not to take it for granted. 

I digress. 

Sunday mornings usually look the same (you know this) with spin in Soho, followed by a stop by Happy Bones for a large coffee. Wowzers. I'm such an addict. 

 

 

 

 

Spent the afternoon at my first Rangers game and my third consecutive day with Madd and Ed, and my sidekick aka pseudo-date, Lizzie B. We had the most amazing seats (thank you Madeleine!) and #stadiumsnacks. Duh.

We also lost (...) but hey, the company was a win. So, as the saying goes: ya win some, ya lose some. 

Hockey terms I understand: GOAL. LGR. LGR. LGR. 

Hockey terms I understand: GOAL. LGR. LGR. LGR. 

The rest of my afternoon was spent on the rooftop with the roomie followed by some serious relaxing... since there wasn't a whole lot of that happening at any other moment throughout the weekend.

Things I have come to terms with: I rarely sit. 

Starting my week off reveling in the people that I know that inspire me to live unabashedly.

All kinds of mixed highs this weekend. All of the warm - literally & figuratively - feels that come along with the warm winds that Spring brings along with it. 

P.S. I love to third wheel ;)

WORDS | ...BUT REALLY, THIS IS TRUE

How many of us spend days planning, plotting and navigating ways to help others help themselves? I do. Relentlessly. 

The problem is
everyone has a problem.
And everyone is far too busy
trying to fix the problems of others,
before taking the time
to fix their own...




themselves.
— R.M. Drake

Can anyone else relate? But what do you do for your own set of problems? 

PRO TIP | 

Fix your own first. Let go of what's hurting your soul; your drive; your ambition. 

P.S. Weather today? 74 + sunshine. Springtime in New York is well on it's way. Amen.

THIS WEEKEND | & THE FEELS THAT ENSUE WHEN YOU MEET YOUR IDOL

After what felt like a marathon week, I could not have been more excited to come home to an empty apartment, pour a glass of wine and cook alone... while listening to Frank Sinatra. I just made myself sound v. old. 

But I cooked a dish of rice noodles topped with sautéed cauliflower, asparagus, chili flakes and drizzled with cold-pressed extra virgin olive oil. It was pretty damn delicious. 

All of this was the most necessary of fuel before heading out with my lady, Lizzie, and her squad (always rolling squad deep, always) to hop around to a few locations before a private party on top of The Jane Hotel for The Knocks album release party. 

 

 

Let me preface with this: every time I go out with Lizzie, great things happen. It's the craziest thing (!) but one that I surely will never complain about. 

Let me cut to the chase here: I MET HANNAH BRONFMAN!

I met Hannah Bronfman; fitness guru, NY socialite, Adidas fit model, Founder of HBFit and basically a vision of the wellness lifestyle I try to live by. Guys (!) I can't even believe it still. And the biggest bonus of all of this? She is so sweet and engaging. My girl crush has been amplified. Wow, guys. Wow.

And on Saturday morning, I used that #starstruck energy to crush a Barry's Bootcamp class in Noho with Maddy and Vane. Good morning full.body.domination with Niv. Hard work leads to good things though; insert brunch. 

Locanda Verde was calling, so Claire + boys made our way to Tribeca for a brunch of manging that covered all of the bases I was jonesing for. Menu breakdown? Freshly glazed donuts (not usually one for donuts, but d.a.m.n...) and warm banana bread, with a side of ricotta drizzled with honey and crispy sour dough to start. To start, that is correct. This of course was followed by the main event which consisted of soft scrambled eggs and a small salad with wild mushrooms. Mouth party, all the way. 

We spent the afternoon on Madison Ave exploring at the Gagosian Gallery and playing house in Ralph Lauren's mansion of a store that takes you to another world... if only, you guys. If only. 

And later that evening, I had dinner in Soho at Bò Cà Phê, a trendy Vietnamese spot, with Jade, Chris and posse. It's certainly no chore to enjoy an evening with this company over bottles of wine, the sampler platter of appetizers and a zucchini noodle dish that blew my mind. A wholesome meal completes a Saturday night. It just does. 

Okay, so most of us wake up on Sundays and wish to lay in bed. Not the case for this chick, this past Sunday. Akin is back in town (with a whole new bag of bike tricks for us to master) and his #army could not have been more psyched to sweat it out at spin (finally! gosh, we missed you) at 8:30am. My fave Sunday morning posse (Maddy + Ed) then headed to Ceci Cela afterwards for a quick coffee. All of this before I made my way to The Standard Hotel for Nicole Winhoffer NW dance and toning class -- in ze MOST beautiful studio I have worked out in this city to date. Seriously. Those wood paneled walls and ceiling? The views that overlook the Highline? 

Heart beating. Energy flowing. Vibes penetrating. Back to back sweat sessions. 

Riding a serious high. Feeling more than blessed. Hello, world. 

Fueled up on an acai bowl before making my way to the Upper West Side for a day at The Natural History Museum with my boys, Justin & Dylan. We spent hours roaming from one floor to the next, looking at dinos and planets and successfully getting lost multiple times. Personal fave? The American Animal exhibit. Moose mania. 

Another weekend so full of time spent with my loves. March is bringing it bold already. 

...and I'm a major fan. X

THIS WEEKEND | ...WE DRANK EVERY DIRTY IN MANHATTAN

Gallery wall on F L E E K. Perfectly lit. Super seductive. 

Gallery wall on F L E E K. Perfectly lit. Super seductive. 

It's always on the most unassuming nights when you somehow wind up with a much later night than you'd bargained for... which, if you couldn't tell already, leads me to Friday evening. 

Victoria and I headed to Tartinery in Soho for winter salads, beets and burrata and of course, a bottle of Chianti. It was so nice to just catch up with her outside of the apartment since we'd both been away the past couple of weekends. So, we did as middle school friends do: we laughed a whole lot and made fun of even more. Oops? 

But because we weren't ready to end our night, we headed to Mr. Purple: a chic (I know, I know) enclosed rooftop bar in the Lower East Side where we proceeded to consume dirty martinis. This is when I will refrain from sharing the number. 

Our night ended shortly after there because with views like ^ this ^ you get caught up quickly as time is spent doting over the skyline. Our skyline. Our home. 

Saturday morning, I woke up and headed to Yoga Charged at The Movement for a killer class by Courtney. I already have serious balance issues... but let me tell you, after a late night, it's even worse. However, I always dig a challenge and that's what the class proved to give. 

Shortly after, I met Jade at Combina in Soho for a brunch of Mediterranean tapas. Each dish - aside from the b. sprouts - contained eggplant. Not one complaint about that situation. Eggplant is my achilles heel, second to peanut butter and zucchini... It was such a nice afternoon catching up and not having anywhere to rush off to. We ended up walking about 6 miles (avid iPhone Health app tracker) taking in the sunshine and strolling down some fave streets from Nolita to the West Village back to the Lower East Side.

This is where the nick name farm girl still comes into play... 

^ a r t

And Sunday, I was up early so I walked over to Barry's Bootcamp in Noho for full body torture... and to ensure I had enough room to finish a full stack of pancakes at Clinton Street Bakery for a brunch date with Kels. 

YOU GUYS: there is substantial evidence now for the reasons people wait hours for these things. My banana walnut chocolate chunk pancakes were the sh*t. And so was my morning, and multiple cups of coffee at Why Not while we waited for our table, hanging with Kels. 

Not all pancakes are created equally. It's one of the most true statements. 

Not all pancakes are created equally. It's one of the most true statements. 

And the weather? Wow.za. Such a teaser of what's to come in the next few weeks. I spent the rest of the afternoon walking around, window shopping for my next pair of Nikes, and finally making my way to SLT.

Seizing every last drop of sun before heading to the Marko-Andlinger flat for ze best Oscar viewing party. Let's just say this, if the following elements are involved - champagne, lemon parmesan spaghetti from Supper and crack pie from Momofuku Milk Bar - how could you have anything but a fab time?

Blue skies and filtered light for.the.win.

Blue skies and filtered light for.the.win.

And LEO WON. He finally broke his longstanding curse and took home that metal statue. 

Beyond happy for Brie Larson as well. So deserved. And her counterpart, Jacob Tremblay, is beyond the cutest. The relationship those two share is beyond... and it's one that should be nominated for most-genuine. 

It's Monday. Tomorrow's March. Buh-bye winter blues. X

WORDS | ...(+) A WHOLE WIDE WORLD AHEAD

I was out late last night. 

But, this morning I got up early. Of course I did. That's what I do. 

I wake up. 

I work out. 

And I continue to repeat this routine because it drives me. 

But this morning walking to my coffee shop, after an extremely challenging class at SLT, I couldn't help but think about how it wasn't always this way. It wasn't always that I found peace-of-mind during moments of finding mental strength, inevitably building my physical strength.  

It took time before I got to the point of finding this release; this physical release that brings me clarity. 

As I have so many thoughts going through my head right now (all of the thoughts, always too much thinking), I can't help but let my mind divert to one of my favorite quotes from Great Expectations

 

We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.
— Charles Dickens - Great Expectations

There is nothing more crazy (is that the right word?) than looking back, and, seeing that you can't go back. You can't change what's happened (or maybe what hasn't) due to your own decisions.

Obviously. 

But, you can look ahead. You can look ahead and see there is a whole lot of ground to cross. And you get to think: holy crap (!) there is so much to come, there are so many possibilities, there are so many unforeseen ways we will change, grow, etc.

It's thrilling. It's really so thrilling.

There is so much ahead for each of us. But you have to take advantage and find that thing that brings you life. 

What drives you forward?

THIS WEEKEND | WHEN YOU PUNCH THE BODY, THE FACE

This has winter has been a season of becoming; one where no connection has gone unnoticed, and neither has the value add. 

These are less than four bones per taco. Can't beat that in this city. Ya just can't. 

These are less than four bones per taco. Can't beat that in this city. Ya just can't. 

On Friday, I had one goal set out to accomplish: indulge in tacos. SO. That is exactly what I did. I high-tailed it out of the office and made a beeline straight for Taqueria Diana… because not all tacos are created equally. And yes, that is a fact. 

The rest of my evening was spent with some of my very favorite New Yorkers in Alphabet City at a party to welcome home our girl Linds, who has just returned from almost a year in Tel Aviv working with an architecture firm, falling in love (!) and gaining perspective. 

Saturday was spent… well, sweating. Maddy and I headed to La Colombe for a quick caffeine boost before an one.hour.and.forty.five.minute bootcamp with the sergeant himself, Akin, at Studio B. When I say it hurts to lift my arms, I will clarify: it really hurts to lift my arms. But we left feeling so accomplished, inspired, the like; at the end of the day, that’s what it’s all about. 

Like, did we cast the sequel to Fight Club? You guys will never know. But this place was ze most intense. 

Like, did we cast the sequel to Fight Club? You guys will never know. But this place was ze most intense. 

This was all before I decided to be spontaneous and do a boxing class at Overthrow Boxing Club off of Bleeker with Lizzie. And when I say it was a no joke sort of class: it was a no room for messing around kind of class. However, wow, I really threw some punches. Kind of wondering why I don’t engage in this “boxing” thing more often. We rewarded ourselves with Liquiteria. 

If you're looking for casual drinks with friends - this is definitely your spot in the West Village. Try.

If you're looking for casual drinks with friends - this is definitely your spot in the West Village. Try.

< 3 this one. 

< 3 this one. 

And the rest of the day? Spent with S, and co. We started at the Comedy Cellar for a few hours of, what some would call, comedy. There were a lot of performances - I repeat - a lot. Few were funny though. But we did have an occasional laugh. And we also got told to shut up. So, that was that. 

Shortly after, dined at The Happiest Hour, which has a whimsical feel about it… well, whimsy paired with a refined 70’s flaire. I was a fan. I was a fan of the fries that we split too. 

And again, we met up later in the evening to hang with our fave Nicks in New York. I so love every time we all hang… and talk about food. For some reason, that’s always the topic of conversation. Such savvy foodies we are. 

This bar scene FTW. I am thinking it might be my new Friday night #happyhour hang out.

This bar scene FTW. I am thinking it might be my new Friday night #happyhour hang out.

Slowed down a bit on Sunday. Started with a Soul Survivor in Soho, coffee with my spin sidekicks at Ceci Cela afterwards and an extremely long shower (yes, like upward of 20 minutes) when I finally returned home. My afternoon was low-key: writing and walking sums it up. 

Ended the weekend at ACME with my cousin and our friend Nelson visiting from London. He spends so much of his life traveling and exploring the world; exploring it in the context of immersing himself in the culture. For instance, he has been to four different continents in 2016. That should give you a better idea... and furthermore, fills me with ideas. 

As Americans, maybe our thinking is off. Maybe we need to do less of the living to work thing and do a little more of working to live, explore and grow. As of late, I am really trying to leave it at the office more. It’s an added resolution (to the many)… as of, today.                                      

How did your weekend shape up?                                                                        

THIS WEEKEND (well, last) | ...DID IT UP BIG, DENVER STYLE

Travel, man. It's just one of those things you really have to do for yourself, your sanity, etc. - especially when the winter feels have really kicked and we cart around our heavy cold-weather gear as if it's become our second layer of skin... 

So I escaped the nonsense for a bit and headed to Colorado, to, well, escape and immerse myself in that Western lifestyle with a few of my closest friends that have recently moved out there.  

Highlights and the like are probably what you're most interested in, so that's what you're going to get. 

 

FRIDAY

I had the pleasure of kicking off my trip to Colorado with lunch in Cherry Creek and the company of three of my favorite Denver-ites: the Oakes family. Some of my all-time favorite people on the planet. Only missing person was Alan - forever my main man. It was fantastic to catch up with them and talk about the next time we will be able to get the two of our families together.

Shortly after, Ash, my best friend since the spry age of nine (!), came by to pick me up. We didn't spare a minute in catching up and headed right to View House to kick off my "vacay" with an overly-large hefeweizen on the roof, because, yes, it really was that warm outside. 

 

The long and the short of the rest of the night? Margs and Mexican fare (insert: too many fresh chips + a massive bowl of guac), crafts at Upstairs Circus (note: crafts while intoxicated are never ze most simple thing to do) and finally, all of the drinks (quite literally!) with the girls and a whole crew of the boys (aka Sammy's squad) that we went to college with at Miami University.   

 

SATURDAY

And... we woke up "tired". 

Started our morning at Union Station with a very long (but worth-it) wait for breakfast at Snooze. It actually wasn't so bad after I got my coffee... but we strolled around and hung in the middle of the station, which is a brilliantly designed to make people congregate, and it totally works. 

But back to b'fast at Snooze: the potato hash 'round' was phenomenal. But the game changer? The coffee + donuts pancake: a pancake 'donut' filled with granny smith apples and topped with chai glaze, walnuts, etc. I will reiterate: worth the wait

The rest of the day? Well it was spent out and about mingling, being social: one of my very favorite hobbies. 

 

SUNDAY (Valentine's Day...!)

Let's just say the altitude + drinking? They'll get'cha. They will get.you. In hopes of a quick recovery, we headed out for fresh doughnuts that were honestly, melt.in.your.mouth good. They were piping hot, so not fully cooked (if ya know what I'm sayin') and dripping with fudge, cookie crumbs and other skinny, health-conscious toppings... 

And the ice cream cone? Well, that was dessert, but the ice cream at Sweet Action Ice Cream was so on point: chunky peanut butter with extra nuts? Sign me up. Truly, the sweetest Valentine.

But, as I was saying, you have to fuel up for a hike somehow, and a donut just seemed like the best way to go about it. Shortly after, Ash and I headed up to Boulder to go on the Chautagua hike: super scenic, super muddy. That sums up my feels on that little adventure. Honestly, would have preferred to tackle a bit of a more challenging hike, however we were not properly equipped. 

Need to see wide open spaces like this more often.

Need to see wide open spaces like this more often.

Side note no. 1: There really is something to be said about being detached that made me long for more of it in my everyday affairs. It renews your faith in things... 

Side note no. 2: Boulder is an awesome town. Could totally jump on board with the reason people decide to live there. Time was well spent in that town. 

We toasted our #luv for one another of bubbles + martinis at a bar in the heart of the city. We then had dinner at Euclid Hall for a dinner of warm winter salad, roasted root veggies and crisped cheese bites. Also known as: food that makes for invigorated tastebuds. 

One of the pleasures of visiting a friend that falls into the sister quality is that you can literally sit and talk about nothing and everything simultaneously. Did that make sense? 

 

MONDAY MOVES

Re: End of trip sadness. 

Have you ever been to Red Rocks Amphitheater? If not, you must go immediately. It's that pretty. Ash and I headed out early on Monday morning, picked up 'ze most insane peanut butter & jelly smoothies (like actually, so delicious) and headed to the Windy Sadle Open Space Park - or The Overlook - to do as one does: overlook. 

Rocky. Mountain. High.&nbsp;

Rocky. Mountain. High. 

^ Yes, you see, it's quite clear why many migrate to the state. Is it not? 

But as mentioned, we headed to Red Rocks Amphitheater to hike around, explore the grounds and take in the exotic color scheme presented by none other than Mother Nature herself.

I'm very into the idea of a room with white walls and accents pulled together from the various hues pulled from the rock formations... who needs a space designed? I want to help spend your money. 

^ Couldn't help myself. We had to do a few pushups, planks + backbends. Gaining perspective, that actually, was far from upside down. 

Looking for healthy eats in Cherry Creek? Head over to True Food Kitchen. Menus like this one overwhelm me, solely, because for my vegetarian-self, there is the widest of varieties offered. Best part (?) No grease (thank goodness... after previous eats) + an LA-esque open floor plan vibe with color brought in by the vibrant fruits & veggies. Such a win. 

Finished the afternoon mosey-ing around before (sigh) heading to the airport for a slightly, but not shockingly, delayed-departure.  

 

This trip helped me to restore some of that much needed inner-fire that had been burning a little less due to the daily grind that lately has given me some anxiety, just trying to keep up with it all. I needed some clarity; some respite from the things I worry about. Why worry? No benefit in the long run. 

Ash, thanks for being the best host. And Em (+ enterage) and Mady, so happy we got to spend time together. Love you, ladies. 

Already in the back half of February. Each week, we are a little closer to that Manhattan Spring magic that, well, all of us long for. X

WORDS | SOUL AMMUNITION

...because, well, Colorado has me thinking like this:

It’s all space and energy.
The act of release - to gain even more.
What doesn’t work out creates room
for what does.
— I AM HER TRIBE

Something I am fixated on: nothing is a constant. Everything is a stepping stone. 

It's kind of beautiful though, right? The unpredictability of life. Like how breaking my hip was one of the better things that could have happened to me; and like how going to the mountains put the vastness of this world, and my size, in perspective - one that gets lost far too quickly in the concrete jungle. 

Food for thought. 

x

WORDS | 'CAUSE I'M FEELING SO HIGH

Seemingly, I have yet to put a cease to the spending - and well, doing as one does as a Millennial, have continued to cut it close (too close) at the end of every paycheck. So it goes.

Anyways, here's the back story on why I am #poor -

I have always liked Coldplay. Always. And their new album is awesome, but I had to share the song that has really resonated with me... lately. And I mean, I really don't think I have stopped listening to it, well, in days. 

Some songs suit the current happenings in your life. Duh? That's why we listen to music... obviously to make connections and such. But this one has me feeling high - for many reasons - as I take a moment to reflect on so much that's happened the past few weeks; the people I have met, the physical goals I have accomplished, etc. 

So here is the song:

HYMN FOR THE WEEKEND (click link here to play) 

And don't lie, nothing has power quite like that of a feel-good song. Am I right, or am I right? Luckily, even if you tire of this song, there is a whole new album, A Head Full of Dreams, to keep your little ear drums happy on that dainty commuter subway ride... 

Oh, and yes, I do lip synch sometimes to this song. But yes, I do try to stop myself the second I realize what's happening... ugh, I am such a freak.

Ok back to my initial story, all of that said, the other day when my brother asked if I had interest in attending the Coldplay concert this July in Chicago with him and entourage, I thought to myself (for all of four seconds) - how could I seriously say no? 

Looks like I will be in Chicago at the end of July? And it looks like I finally get to see one of my favorite bands live. It's about damn time. 

THIS WEEKEND | ROOM TO ROAM... CHECK

Maybe it's all inline with the feels that the winter blues procure, or the fact that everyone needs a dose of vitamin D, but by Friday (lately) all of the feels seem to channel one desire:

48 hours of freedom

Admit it. It's true. There is generally something in the air on a winter Friday that just screams a needed respite. 

So, I did as one does on a snow-scaped Friday in February and attended a turtleneck party with Lizzie and company at Bleeker Street Bar. It was ze most fun being out with her, per usual, yes. Did I mention, much tequila was also consumed? Or... 

And on Saturday, that little tequila worm was sweat right on out throughout the course of an hour-and-a-half Akin's Army bootcamp at Bandier with the crew. Talk about a humbling experience? That was it. Fully inspired to learn how to work my backbend into a fluid motion... amongst other things. You should always feel challenged to do more, eh? 

After, we celebrated with banana almond butter smoothies at HU. Full body experience #activated + a successful morning with Maddy - one of my favorite people to work out with. It's crazy the friendships that can grow over a love for pushing one another to be, well, bigger than we thought we could be. 

Spent the rest of the afternoon roaming around with my crew consisting of Justin, Dylan, Jade + Mel exploring The Whitney Museum in the Meatpacking District.

Highlights?

The Frank Stella exhibition nailed it as far as art is concerned. Large scale. Bold. Colorful. And I usually am not so into the "color thing"... 

But here it works - it just works. 

Although, I almost always prefer white, black or grey... 

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Geometry + color stories for the win.

And then, of course, the architecture of the building itself was the real winner for us architecture nerds. The exterior circulation of the building via metal staircases that exposed you to various views of the city, was, in my opinion, brilliant. 

We completed our day-date at The Gansevoort Market over Mediterranean... before my individual unit headed back East. What a lovely afternoon. 

And because I can't help myself, I just had to stop at MILK Bar for a pretzel-cereal milk soft serve cup, because it was freezing and made ample sense at the time. 

My Sunday morning was predictable: a double ride at Soul Soho with a few of my people (and an added burn from the morning prior) followed by a large coffee at Happy Bones. You can call me a creature of habit in this sense, it's okay. I'll agree with you. 

That afternoon I fueled up with my kind of "super bowl" at Fresco (and maybe a small scoop of PB gelato), followed by some errands to prep for my jet-setting that's happening this weekend (Denver bound, remember?)... and I actually crossed all of my to-dos off the list. Are you shocked? I'm shocked. 

The rest of my day was spent with Jade, brews and well, Super Bowl 50. Bey and Coldplay kind of crushed it - per usual. The kaleidoscope color show was pretty epic in my opinion. The 'Believe in Love' spelled out by the crowd? Pretty damn awesome. And the win? Convenient timing as I will be in the winning team's city in four days.  

The week ahead is absolutely slammed, starting with a party tonight to launch the bespoke pop up flower boutique designed by Ron Wendt at WestHouse New York, a few b'fast meet ups and a whole series of classes to knock out before heading to Denver on Friday a.m. at... 6am. #fingerscrossedidontmissmyflight 

WORDS | ACTIVE LISTENING

Words (not) on a Wednesday. I'm behind. I'm busy. It's the problem I have in finding balance between, you know, sleeping, sweating, working (?), etc. 

But these words? They come from my February Horoscope:

Gemini, Trade selective hearing for active listening.

Words are your secret superpower, o’ storytelling Twin, but they can also be used to manipulate and deceive. Magical thinking can be a dangerous habit—you fall hard for the character sketch you spin about someone, then hear only what fits with that fantasy. Trouble is, the REAL person may be saying something completely different than what comes through your filter. Ask questions and listen…before your bubble is burst by a rude reality check.

Took this straight off of The New Potato - And yes, I find a nice connect. 

Okay so I am totally not an astrological guru over here. Not at all. But I have been into reading my 'scope the past few months - I find it something along the lines of interesting. And I find this one especially interesting. 

Why? 

Because I have realized over the past few months that I need to actively listen. Far too often I have had too many thoughts shooting through every.which.way that lead my to be selective about what I am actually retaining.

That's the problem when you're distracted; you begin to only hear the things you want to hear. Working to fix that. 

In other news since my mind is all over the town: 

Today I crushed a 6am Soul followed by a 7:10am Barry's Bootcamp Abs with Vanessa (an Akin's Army girl). I was so nervous... that I would fail. But I didn't. In fact, the entire time, I just kept thinking about how far I have come, which in turn, pushed me even harder. And the even cooler part? I was strengthened by someone who has seen me throughout so much of the physical change that's procured throughout my recovery. It makes my heart so happy getting to sweat it out with people who are there to constantly lift you... rather than tell you otherwise.

TRAVEL TALK | GUESS WHERE I AM HEADING NEXT...

Okay, I won't make you guess for long, just because I am just too excited to hold back. I'm heading to:

MUNICH, GERMANY

Get. Me. Across. That. Pond. 

Sunday night I booked a flight that has me heading to Germany for nine days in September. Self control really has never been my thing when it comes to impulsive thoughts, followed by quick decisions. But sometimes, you just know it's the right choice. 

And guys (!!) I really can't even wait. My heart is so freakin' full with all of feels and all of the anticipation that comes along with a trip so far off in the distance. 

Things you're wondering + things I am going to tell you regardless:

  • Who is housing this body? I will be staying with my favorite European rockstar; my main, Nana.
  • First time offender? It's true: I have never visited Germany... aside from having far too many connecting flights in the country. Chalking up a new country to toss on the list of places that have been visited.
  • Am I only staying in Germany? Of course not. We are already are planning a few days in either Austria or Italy. Either will be a win. 
  • Will I be there for Oktoberfest? Obviously. My second weekend there happens to be the first day of the beer + pretzel-filled fest on Saturday, September 17th. Apparently it should be cray... especially because I will be in the care of some Germans who have grown up attending and already have their table locked and loaded for day number one. 

Will keep you posted on further plans as they transpire.

2016? You're totally crushing the travel game this year. 

THIS WEEKEND | WAS 'ZE SOREST OF THEM ALL

WOWZA.

Friday 6pm could not have come any faster. Lots of strange vibes all week left me seriously longing for the weekend and a short bit of respite. And that's exactly what happened this weekend. A mental break + w h o l e lot of sweat. 

Translation: champagne + chaturanga on repeat. In the spirit of living a balanced life, eh? 

Friday evening, met one of my workout chicks, Alina, for dinner at Caravan of Dreams; a vegan restaurant in the East Village. It was unreal. And we ordered... three entrees + two desserts. And I want to go back already. We honestly sat at the place for three hours, as one does with a friend who provides soulful advice. The mushroom "burger" wrapped in a rice? Wow. And the Nutella crepes topped with coconut whip? Wow x2. People are naive when they think raw foods taste bland. Educate yourselves. 

Shortly after, I was snoozin' c/o a little thing called a food coma. 

Also: table cloth game? So strong. #sparkles 

 

Early on Saturday, I met up with Kels for Y7 Hot Yoga in Soho. The vinyasa flow is seriously vibing quite well with me these days. It's honestly like the Soul Cycle of the yoga world. That said, are you surprised I dig? 

Left soaked in sweat and feeling a little lighter before heading to The Movement Fitness for Yoga Charged; essentially yoga combined with some serious strength training and core work. The class was no joke. Walked out fatigued and challenged to find better balance. 

The day was gorgeous so I walked. I (window) shopped. I did as one does on a sun-filled day in January. 

And then I met up with an old friend for a few drinks, then met up with Mel for a quick #snack at Risotteria Melotti before heading to Claire's birthday fête (!) at PIORA in the West Village. 

 
How pretty are my friends? Jeez.

How pretty are my friends? Jeez.

The evening was filled with many (too many?) bottles of champagne, polaroids and the most epic of chocolate cakes I ever did taste. Decadent would be a good describer of this dark chocolate beauty that we consumed. And are you even shocked at all that little Claire would have a cocktail created for her royal self? Happiest of birthdays to you, Claire; a truly unique individual with a heart that's forever giving more. 

The night was lovely. The night ended late. 

 

And the morning came too quickly... 

But it was started strong with a double ride and that Akin buzz. My arms. They're burning. My heart? It was beating. It was a two hour stretch resonated perfectly. The music combo had me feeling, well, all of the feels

Shortly after, met up with Claire + Ben to rehash the previous evenings' shenanigans at Lafayette over so.much.coffee and soft scrambled eggs with truffle and leek and oh.my.gosh. We had a laugh, or two. 

The rest of my day looked like this:

Whole Foods

Meal prep

+ 30 minutes of a massage on my very sore self.

 

GUYS: life has been totally crushing it lately. Crushing it. It's been filled with so many positives. So many highs. The past few weeks I have made some really awesome new friends through sweat seeking. When you find something you love, and commit to it with a full heart, the possibilities multiple tenfold. 

Hope you crushed your last 48 hours. New week. New buzz to keep strong. xx

 

THIS WEEKEND | #JONAS STOPPED BY

Oddly enough, or maybe not-so-oddly, this weekend brought nothing but those good kind of vibes alongside the endless inches of snow. Thank you, Jonas. Seriously.

I'm pretty sure I say this every time I go out with the chick, but nights out with Lizzie Q. are always some of my favorites. Her #clique is on point. Quality people; the kind that are more few and far between in this city than one would imagine. We watched the Rangers game at a bar in Tribeca, drank lots (obviously) and well, made new friends, which I believe is the proper way of stating it.

What. A. Late. Night... That led to the most lazy of mornings with breakfast in bed and watching the snow fall. It was blissful. 

Vague, but I will just say this: all hope is not lost. 

Later in the afternoon, went over to Kels, Jess and Cherylin's apt for a #snowday escape. We really did get hit with so much snow. So much so (!) that much of the city shut down starting at 2pm, which gave us the perfect excuse to drink wine, eat cheese and listen to Sia (my current obsession). I'm not one for lazy... but afternoons like this are sometimes necessary.

Spent the rest of the evening with Marko eating Napoleon style pizza, drinking craft beers... that eventually turned into BudLight and watching Room. If you haven't seen this movie; it's an absolute must. It's one that definitely pulls on the heart strings, makes you think a little harder about how lucky you are, and so on. 

ROMANCE. If this doesn't make you fall in love, then I hate to break it to you, but all hope might be lost for your little soul. Really...&nbsp;

ROMANCE. If this doesn't make you fall in love, then I hate to break it to you, but all hope might be lost for your little soul. Really... 

Nothing beats a sunrise covering the glean of fresh snow. Anything but frozen for the feels here.

Nothing beats a sunrise covering the glean of fresh snow. Anything but frozen for the feels here.

Sunday? You didn't think I would miss my double ride with Akin's Army in Soho, did you? Talk about one way to stay warm in this cold. Successfully left the class dripping with some of the crew and headed for a re-charge, aka coffee, at a neighborhood fave - Ceci Cela. And... this was followed by a 2 (+) hour brunch with Justin at Supper. Supper is the coziest of cozy places to spend a morning in Alphabet City; signal multiple cups of coffee, an epic garlic cannelloni bean dip and a hearty laugh about so many things. All of the things. 

It was a weekend where I will admittedly say I was less than ready for Monday morning to roll around. Hope yours was as cozy... and full of surprises. 

 

 

WORDS | ALL WE NEED

Channeling my mood all morning. Woke up feeling this song more than ever.

ODEZA - ALL WE NEED (link to listen here

Hoping the weather seriously turns up and we get hit by a snowstorm this weekend. 

Side note: Obsessed with City Row. Chalk it up with another class to cash out on. Shoulders on FIRE.

Side note pt. II: Kygo tomorrow night? So. Psyched. #thisis25