This DYI gift/recipe is almost 0% effort, but will make you look more competent in the Martha Stewart department (what we’ve all been dreaming of, I’m sure). It’s so simple I don’t even want to call it a true “DYI recipe”.
Over the past year I’ve grown more and more interested in how we help our environment. If you’ve ever tried doing this, you may have encountered the “overwhelming sense of doom” that I did. Then I discovered a few bloggers that showed me how much we as individuals can do to help the environment more so than just using our own shopping bags at the grocery store and reusable water bottles.
This past Wednesday I had my 23rd birthday, which was a self-celebration that made me have a few “aha” moments. When I thought about what I wanted to do this year to celebrate my day, I went through a plethora of possibilities. I could host a BBQ, go out in the city, invite friends out for dinner, the list goes on. But honestly, every time I thought about planning one of these options, my introverted brain got SUPER stressed out. I mean… just exhausted thinking about it.
Its that time of year again! I’m guessing I’m not the only one that has an annual closet purge, and honestly, I usually bask in it. There’s something that feels so good to me about decluttering and starting fresh, but this year was different.
I’m an introvert. I would shout that out to the world if that was something that introverts did. I’m not afraid to admit (although this took some time) that I like being alone… a lot. Even some of my BEST friends I only see every couple of weeks, and weirdly, I’m totally okay with that. With this being said, I wouldn’t trade my wolf pack of friends for the world.
Questioning women’s equality isn’t old news. Even in the suffragette days, women were being asked “don’t you have enough equality?” We let you go to school at Cornell (but not Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Brown, Dartmouth or Columbia), attend graduate school (sometimes, if you’re not married), and ride in cars (not trains, for fear that the speed would make ones uterus fly out).
“Hustle” is a term I have become WELL acquainted with since starting university. Being surrounded by entrepreneurs, and someday entrepreneurs, it seems to be quite the phenomenon to be able to grind and work day and night to say that you’ve “made it." Even if you’re not in business, I see posts about this sort of lifestyle on the daily in other contexts.