At times I wonder why I left. I ask myself if "exploring" could mean a Southie apartment with friends or "taking a chance" has to mean uprooting the familiar and planting yourself in the unknown. I don't really know the answers to these questions and I don't know if I ever will. I took a … Continue reading home
Every time I get a new job, this is usually how conversations go down: Me: I got a new job!!!! Friend: Congrats! Is this job #5? Me: No!!!!! …..number 4. *mumbles* Friend: You cray. Basically, I'm always working. Ask anyone. At this moment, I have a thousands of things going on. There are event emails I need to answer, … Continue reading Soggy chicken tenders.
When you start to identify yourself as someone less than who you are is when you need to walk away.
I got a rather hilarious email from a reader last night. It was a strange combination unexpected and revolting yet charming to some degree? With his permission, he let me talk about it on here. Here's the email: Hey Beth, I've been following your blog for quite a while. My initial to the first post was, … Continue reading “Dear, Beth. I am a fuckboy.”
There are certain things in life we can't live without: food, water, shelter, love...and pizza (ok, maybe not). Food and body image have been topics of many of my blogs recently...once upon a time I even claimed I was going to do paleo for 30 days (only to fail after day 4)...but started for all the … Continue reading Day 9 without pizza…and I’m not dead?
"Happy New Year, Beth :)" the text(s) read. Does that happen to anyone else? As soon as Christmas or NYE hits, your inbox suddenly becomes flooded with messages from men you haven't spoken to in months? It's like, ah, I know I fucked up, but it's the holidays! Happy Holidays! Let's forget about everything I've ever … Continue reading Two sources of evil: fuckboys and alcohol.
I was 21 years old when I had my first pregnancy scare. Several days late, wondering why my birth control didn't work the way it was supposed to, anxiously opening the doors to CVS to purchase a test I never knew I'd have to take at such a young age. Weighing the options available if … Continue reading Choose love.
The response I received on this post prompted this project: the Powerful Women Project. At times I feel unsure of the choices I make, the life I'm choosing to live at this point, the guys I choose to spend my time with, etc. I'm supposed to have a corporate job with benefits, a steady relationship, an … Continue reading Powerful Women Project: Amanda Nelson
I roll out of bed at around 4:30am even after a 1:00am clock out at work a short 3.5 hours prior. My phone lies on my nightstand lit up with Nordstrom Rack emails, Tinder messages, and an option to hit "Sleep." Next step is usually a trip to the bathroom to washthe make up residue from my eyes … Continue reading My Tuesdays are different than your Tuesdays
The last time I went on a date with an age gap, I was a sophomore in college. Blissfully unaware of decent vodkas, 401ks, and the tackiness of my fake Long Champ. He was 27, I was 20. At the time this age gap seemed astronomical. Like, 7 years?! Omg he was legally able to drink when … Continue reading I went on a date with a 30-something and the world didn’t explode.