Flexible and Mellow

Today I was standing in line at Trader Joe's and the girl in front of me in line was flirting with the checker. She was telling him how she was really into yoga and had just been to a great class. He said he'd never tried yoga, but he thought he would be good at it because he was very flexible. She said, "Oh yeah?" He said, "Yeah, I'm very flexible and mellow."

It was then my turn to check out and they both turned towards me; I made the mistake of saying the first thing that popped into my head. "Wow, that sounds like quite the personal ad."

Well Played, Internets, Well Played

The newest and most entertaining time waster I've seen yet.

texts from last night

Now, where is my phone?

Literary Journal Publication

One of the photos I took on my recent trip to California was published in Wanderlust, a great new online literary journal focused on travel. You can see a larger version of my photo in Wanderlust here.

For information on submission guidelines read the FAQs here.

Redesigned Designs

Astrid Chair, Naive Tropical from Anthropology $1298

Gerber Upholostered Chair from Target $299

Canary Print Armless Chair from Target $299

Risk

I have thinking a lot about risk lately and what makes me afraid to take it. I have spent the past few years struggling to figure out what I want to do with my life, but when push comes to shove I find myself inextricably stuck. I think about where I would like to be and try to visualize my future, but I find myself unable to make the leap. I am full of excuses and I seem to hold myself back. I thought making a list of some the excuses I make might be helpful.

Excuses for not making potentially life changing risks:

• Fear of failure
• Not being financially secure
• Dreams not being the reality
  
• Having to start climbing the ladder again
  
• Being afraid to be away from family and friends
  
• The unstable economy (I feel I should be grateful for the job I have, but I still fell stuck)
• Fear of the unfamiliar
• Not wanting to do things alone
  
• Fear of embarrassment
  

On Tuesday evening I got a haircut. I've been going to the same person for about 5 years and have had a number of different cuts and colors with her. For some reason we started chatting about where to part your hair. She told me that I should really be parting my hair on the other side as that is my "softer side." I don't really understand why, but I went along with it. For the past couple days I've been trying to get used to having my hair on the other side, it feels a bit like I have a comb over. I would like to apologize to all the people out there that I've been facing with my hard side. I hope the new soft side of me will treat you much better.