It’s been a while…

I woke up this weekend and suddenly realized I miss writing. I’m not sure why I stopped or when, but opened my blog and was thrilled to see that I had 16 drafts eagerly awaiting my attention. Even more thrilling? They were all still relevant and potentially worth sharing after 6 months of collecting dust in my drafts folder. While I make my way to each of those worthy posts, let’s catch up on the last demi-year of my life…

There were some serious business moves. After three years of flying solo and loving every minute of it, I decided to take on a partner. She’s one of the most talented women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting in my career and I am honored that she has joined me as my work wifey.

There was a breakup. We were planning to move in together, named the dog we were going to get after moving in together, then things ended. Very amicably. I now see him every morning at our neighborhood coffee shop and he completely ignores me, so that’s fun.

There were some dates. Oh so many dates. There was the 40 year old man who willingly participates in both Santa-con and Pirate-con, and openly discusses said activity (and shares pictures) on first dates. There was that guy who owns a motorcycle company, yet opted to pick me up for our date in an old minivan that had a mattress in the back.

There was a new passport. My old one officially expired this year, which meant I had the pleasure of spending 5 hours at the New York Passport Agency to get a rush-order passport before skipping off to Antigua, Guatemala for a work slash play trip that confused the hell out of the customs agent who asked why I was there. Turns out, having a new passport ignited some sort of travel bug, so I’m skipping off to Colombia next week…with a guy I met in Guatemala…naturally. (Sorry, mom and dad!)

Speaking of, there was Antigua. You know those moments when you step outside of your own life and get a brief glimpse into how truly blessed you are? My 5 days in Antigua. Not just blessed to be in Antigua, but blessed to be surrounded by such extraordinary people in NYC, blessed to work with people I can truly call friends, blessed to connect with characters worth knowing from around the world, blessed to have built a career that has yet to feel like a job, blessed to live a life of independence and adventure, blessed to be able to give back to others.

There was so much Flywheel. Oh so much Flywheel.

There were photo shoots, and pop ups, and weddings, and visitors, and SNL, and snow, and friendsgiving, and Killington, and the flu, and so much more. It’s been a solid 6 months and I look forward to documenting what lies ahead in the most entertainingly sarcastic way possible.

 

Minor panic attack

I’m typically a pretty carefree person, but there are a few things that will always give me anxiety. This morning, I had a brief moment of panic trying to decide whether to head out early to get some work done or stay home and watch Ryan Reynolds play skeeball on Today. It’s, sadly, a pretty big deal that I went with option A.

Aside from the rare and nearly irresistible combination of Ryan Reynolds and skeeball, the following things tend to bring angst to my otherwise harmonious life:

My iPhone battery: anything below 51% is unacceptable. Red zone and I’m likely sweating profusely and/or hyperventilating. Check my purse; you’ll find a charger inside.

Automatic sinks: what if you soap up and the thing stops working?!

Purchasing flights: when my family showed up at the Grand Cayman airport and discovered that my mom accidentally booked our return flights for January 31 instead of December 31, I discovered that airline booking mistakes can be very VERY costly. Now, when purchasing flights, I get a severe case of OCD, check the details of my selection at least thrice and struggle to click confirm with a shaking finger and twitching eye.

Eating alone: how am I supposed to decide what to eat?! I know what I had for my last meal and know I don’t want that again; otherwise, there are far too many options in Manhattan and I’d rather not.

The finger prick: it’s not so much the act itself as it is the memory of being held down by two nurses while a third pricked my finger for a blood sample. I was a terrible patient until the age of 10. Weird that I then dreamed of being a pediatrician.

Traveling: I’m cool as a cucumber on the plane, but I won’t get a wink of sleep the night before. Did I forget to pack something? What if I miss my flight? Should I take a cab or the bus? Do I have my phone charger?

Ms. Cesari & Guest: I love weddings! They’re one of the few occasions I don’t mind wearing heels because I know they’ll be coming off as soon as the music starts, possibly sooner. That said, why do I have to bring a guest?! Am I the only single person in your life? Is bringing my own dance partner the only chance I’ll have at not dancing alone all night? Do I have to bring a guest to ensure an even number of seats at every table? Most importantly, can I bring my cat?