In the past year, my life has undergone an immense amount of change. Like, immense. Ten months ago, that (then, potential) change scared me more than anything. Today, that (now, powerful) change is the best thing that could’ve happened in my life. Then, I was terrified of not being able to find a job, and even
Sheesh, I really did well keeping up on that blogging I talked about in my last post, huh? It’s been a rough few months, let’s just say that. I was laid off in October, unemployed for two months, ended a relationship, moved out of my apartment, and decided it was time to really start adulting.
Alright, I have a confession to make. I started this website with the intention of blogging regularly, and by that I thought at least once a week. HA HA HA MOLLIE, FAIL. You see, I write for a living, so for a while I felt drained of anything worthwhile to say. To combat that, I
Ok, let me be transparent and put it out there: this is a rant post. And maybe even a little bit of a list post. And maybe full of tiny excuses. But lately, I’ve had all this post-college time to think about things I want to do, but can’t because of various limitations (money, fears, ludicrous-ness,
You don’t always get what you want – and usually that’s because you didn’t need it anyway. My parents’ advice about saving money when I was 12 would’ve SERIOUSLY come in handy now. A glass of wine and a book is WAY better than going out to a bar. When someone says, “you look nice!”
So, we’ve all heard the saying, “There’s a first time for everything,” right? Well, today marked that to be true in my book when I went to a barber shop for a haircut. Let me start by giving a slight background to this adventure: My hair is something I’m most fickle about. Anyone who knows
Internships are many things. Awesome. Required. Important. Influential. Life-changing. Stressful. Educational. (Unfortunately, sometimes even disappointing). Most schools/PR programs require an internship to even graduate, and most companies won’t look at your resume without at least one internship, many preferring two or three. Before I had an internship, I didn’t understand the point of having one.
So I moved downtown on June 29 and with me I brought a big bag of expectations and stereotypical dreams of what downtown-living would be like. After almost two months of actually living downtown and doing the urban thing, I feel like I have a somewhat solid ground to stand on when I say I’ve
So, a little over a week ago I moved to downtown Indianapolis. Having had the dream since I was about 11 years old, I was ecstatic and very anxious to move. I grew up in a very small town where kids drove tractors to school for a week out of the school year. Let’s just
Big things are happening in my world: two new jobs, 65 hour work weeks, signing leases, and moving to a new city. Some people look at me like I have three heads when I talk about doing all of this and say, “You’re crazy.” or “I would never do that all at once.” Contrary to