Infinite Happy Days.

Back when flurries were falling and 70 degrees was what the thermostat was set to, I started my 100 Happy Days project. Reminder: It was me basically writing down one good thing about my day every day. Easy as pie. Just some cute, fun introspection stuff. Basically yoga. More than 100 days later I am proud to report I never made it past day 50. I know what you’re thinking, total fail, right? Wrong.

My journey of putting pen to paper and getting into the whole reflection thing was definitely harder than I expected. So was actually remembering to fill out a page each night. But, I realized that each day there was always more than one thing I wanted to write down. Once again, my eyes were opened to how fortunate of a life I lead (in regards to happiness) and how the people in my life are responsible for that.

Here are the highlights and my thoughts on the whole experience, because of course, I learned something.

  1. AOII was a huge source of happiness this year. From entries about good rush conversations (Day 27) to finding my soulmate/big and having adventures with my new family (Day 40), I’ve found a lot of happiness in the moments I share with my sisters. Honestly, no surprises here, but still. Peace, love, Pandas.
  2. Food is a really great thing. Not going to lie, most entries are pretty food focused. Some favs include trying amazing pastries (Day 45), finding my heart and soul at an all Vegan restaurant in Chinatown (Day 41), & too many Metzman family dinners to qualify as being “away” at college (emphasis on Day 36 when I included the word “amazing” to describe our meal… rare…). I think my appreciation for flavor & love for building better relationships using a fork, knife, and spoon really shine in my little purple notebook. Double helpings for all.
  3. Sometimes it’s the little things that make more of a difference. My favorite things to look back on in the past 100 (cough cough 50) days are the moments that are insignificant yet still influential, smile worthy memories.

    My top 3:
    #1- Olivia crumping (Day 50). I don’t even remember what this means but goofing around with my shoebox-of-a-room buddy is enough to make all the pain of finals season go away.
    #2- My professor knows my name (Day 39). Don’t worry, I continue to crave approval from every teacher ever, but hey, at least I’m trying in life. This honestly still brings me immense joy. Although my grade in the class is still pending.
    #3- Organized shoes in closet (Day 24). Because what’s a girl without her wardrobe.
    Other noteworthy entries: FaceTiming my Grandparents (Day 3), being thankful for having arms that move (Day 7), buying a slurpee (Day 11), “Olivia is a boss ass bitch” (Day 20), sunny days (Day 30), and basically any workout I did in this time period- shoutout mostly to BodyPump and spin.

Overall, I think the intimacy and positivity of writing down my favorite moments has led me to a special state of mind where I can appreciate the good in each day, no matter how fleeting of a second the moment is. It’s also about being able to spot these moments when they happen, and live in them for as long as you can. Such a little thing can cause such a big smile and I love that. My outlook now revolves around remebering those little treasures and seeking them out when life feels harder than normal.

So thank you, 100 Days (aka 54 days), for helping me find, hold, and love the tiny moments that turn that frown upside down.


Stuck in my head: Ever Since New York // Harry Styles
Snap it: Chinatown

To my loyal readers, you always make my day a little better. Thanks a million and a half. 

10 Thoughts When…

Lets review a few fun facts about my life.

A) I have a boyfriend named MC
B) We are long distance
C) I am horrible at all forms of communication (excluding Instagram and Snapchat)

Well, this weekend I’m pretty sure I hit a peak in my life because MC told me he got accepted to Maryland for Fall 2017. Aw, it’s okay, I basically peed my pants of joy too when I found out. If you’re familiar with the transfer process for UMD then you know that the application is long, nothing happens on time, and they love to keep you guessing. So when MC’s decision was two weeks late, we had kinda lost hope that it would work out. Blame it on the system. Blame it on my acute pessimism. Whatever.

But sitting at my internship, rereading his message “I got in” ten thousand times, these were the 10 thoughts that immediately ran through my head.

  1. This is a mean joke. 
  2. Is this actually a joke.
  3. Wait, oh my god, this is real.
  4. I wish I could stand up and dance right now. 
  5. What would happen if I stood up and danced right now.
  6. My heart might explode out of my body. 
  7. I WONDER IF MC IS CRYING RIGHT NOW.
  8. I wonder if MC’s dad is crying right now.
  9. Remember to order him a present on Amazon. 
  10. I’m so proud of my boyfriend. 

It can be scary to think about merging two things that’ve been so separate for the past year. MC and I always say how we don’t really know each other as college students, but luckily that gets to change. The beauty of long distance, while super horrible, is that you can freely grow and change and bring a new perspective to the relationship. I think without our time apart there are a lot of things that wouldn’t have ever matured between us. Going to school together will probably prove to be another challenge, but at least it’s one where we can see each other without planning it weeks in advance.

Before I wrap this up with some cute closing line, I want to emphasize how proud I am of MC. It wasn’t an easy journey to get here, but he worked so hard to be a Terp. And no, he’s not just transferring for me. See, two people can want to be at the same place, irrelevant of each other. Strange concept, I know. Try and wrap your brain around it. And no matter where our relationship goes from here, at least we’re both where we belong, rubbing Testudo’s nose. 

So get ready for adorable Instagrams of your favorite couple decked out in red, black, white, and gold.


Stuck in my head: Wait // M83
Snap it: Towson, MD

Peace, love, JURD. 

Homestretch.

As the weather gets warmer and the lectures get more boring, it’s definitely evident that spring fever is a thing. And by “a thing” I mean more infectious than the Zika virus. Suddenly even the smallest homework assignments feel like pushing boulders uphill with your bff Prometheus at your side. Aka, so not fun. Aka, a total struggle. 

I’ve never been one to procrastinate but recently everything and anything is better than sitting in a study room with a textbook and practice problems. I’ve recently started running again because even the pain and punishment of the miles ahead beat business statistics. And the hardest part of the whole situation is that we’re barely even, what I would call, close to the end of the semester. 4-5 weeks. You could order like ten thousand things on Amazon in that time. 

While most of me is so done with freshman year, leaving school is a confusing feeling. My routine as I know it will be completely flipped upside down and I’ll be trading hours at Stamp Student Union for hours in the sand. Outdoor dining and sunscreen, here I come. But saying goodbye to my partners in crime in CP will definitely be harder than imagined. If only Jenkintown, Columbia, Greece, and Bethesda were steps apart instead of miles. Honestly, they’re not far (except Greece), but they’re not the room next door. I guess it’ll just be a test of my communication skills. Which we all know are a 7/10 on a good day, and nonexistant on a busy day. Summer goal: soak up the sun and return a text. 

Okay, enough fantasizing about what *will* be and time to get to business. Finals might be weeks away, but it’s never to early to start complaining about them. Welcome to the best years of your life, they said. College so much fun, they said. I think they forgot about the weeks leading up to Summer.

My motivation is officially dead. RIP. Pay your respects in the form of avocados, please. 


Stuck in my Head: Way It Goes // Hippo Campus
Snap it: College Park, MD

It’s All About The Aestheic.

Since I spend all my time posting on Instagram or wanting to post on Instagram I figured it was about time to reveal my Instagram social strategy. No, it’s not just IG whatever’s on the plate today, each post goes through a series of steps before it can be deemed *ready for insta*. If I’m being totally honest, some pictures come to me in visions and I can’t eat/sleep/function until I capture them IRL. Okay fine, I can eat and sleep. But functioning is hard when that perfect post isn’t in your camera roll.

Each post is a little different, but most follow the same guidelines. Horizontal, flash if indoor, natural light preferred, probably closed smile, coffee in hand if available. Might seem simple but it’s not. You can ask my sister/personal photographer. Think ten thousand shots, ten thousand angles, and ten thousand complaints from the model. But hey, I’m just trying to capture a memory.

From there we go into editing. Nothing extreme, just playing with contrast, brightness, and lux. The goal is to make the photo kiiinnndddaa match the rest of the photos on your profile feed. This is where the element of aestheic comes in. If you’re a teenage girl right now you know what I’m talking about. If you’re not a teenage girl then you’re definitely questioning my sanity and it sounds like I’m speaking gibberish. Hang in there with me.

Your IG aesthetic is the vibe of your feed. This term popped up with the rise of Instagram Influencers and it’s one of my favorite aspects of the platform. Essentially, you’re building a personality and a brand through your feed, and the way you do that is by purposely posting pictures that reflect that vibe. That vibe is your aesthetic and your aesthetic is your profile. I try and aim for a little city, a little campus, and mostly Cava. Finally it gets sent to a few bffs for comments and suggestions, captioned (always ending with a . because consistency, hello), and debated for another 2 or so minutes. Then, it’s out of my control and into the Insta-sphere.

I could talk about Instagram forever, but here’s the truth to my thoughts behind a post. What would Lucie B. Fink/Katy Bellotte/theFeedFeed/Aimee Song** do? To me, Instagram is also about being inspired and sharing photos you’re proud of. So when I hit that share button in the top right corner of the app it’s because this is something that’s worth it. It’s those fun nights out, those fun nights in, and all the meals in between. 

So I’ll just put this out there. I’m Instagram obsessed, well dressed, and aiming to impress. And if you don’t like it, feel free to unfollow.


Stuck in my head: Hey Now // Matt and Kim
Snap it: My Instagram Feed, find it here.

Keep in mind I want to work in social media!  I’m not just like super crazy. There’s a plan behind the passion, don’t worry. 

** These are some of my favorite Instagram bloggers. Check them out. Major IG crushes. 

Calling All the Cyclists.

I feel like on some level I knew I was born to scream at riders from a bike since my first spin class back in freshman year of high school. Something about the music, the ride, and the energy in the room captured me from day one and I was addicted. The sound of the pedals is music to my ears. I wish I had it on a track to listen to all day. Spinning to the sound of spinning, watch out it’s the new Soul Cycle.

Not going to lie, it was a little intimidating going into my first class. I had practiced the playlist & cues at least a million times, but saying it on a mic was a little more intense than whispering it in the corner of a crowded gym. But if I’m not lying then I also have to admit I wasn’t that nervous, it was just my workout with a little twist.

I really wanted to become a spin teacher for a couple reasons. The music, the ride, and the motivation.

For the music-I truly believe that if your playlist is something that gets people singing and dancing and moving all on its own, your workout will fly by even if you just do a seated climb the entire time. Cue Justin Beiber, Beyonce, and all kinds of Iggy.

For the ride- I love to switch it up in each song. No two songs are exactly the same. Shorter segments of each movement makes for a shorter feeling ride and a stronger rider.

For the motivation- I really want to help people find their love for exercise the way past spin teachers have helped me find mine. My first class teaching was full of first timers, and while it was a super hard playlist, I was so proud to introduce all those ladies (and man) to something that really helped me learn to value my health. If I even get one girl to come back & give it another go I’ll be one step closer to my goal. And yes, my goal is to add some more spin junkies to a world seemingly overflowing with runners. 

Hey Mom, I think I’ve found my calling. Forget college, I’m offically pushing pedals and playing pop music for a living. 


Stuck in my head: Reflections // Misterwives
Snap it: University of Maryland

Catch me Mondays at 6:30pm.

Shoutout to my favorite spin buddy for coming out for my Satuday class this week. Peace, love, mothers&daughters that spin together. Also sorry to MC who was forced into the ride. Hope the sweat was worth it. 

Better Late Than Never.

Finally, after all this time, I gave in and listened to the Hamilton soundtrack. And yes, it is astoundingly amazing, and yes, I regret not doing it sooner. I am officially obsessed and officially by myself because everyone else is already onto the next thing.

First, let me start by saying that real life Alexander Hamilton is so much more than the white wig they teach you in school. Textbooks don’t do the man justice. Granted, I didn’t pay *the most* attention in US history, so maybe I just missed that chunk of the story, but let me tell you, his life was a soap opera and a half. I’m talking Days Of Our Lives minus the Joey Tribbiani.

But I think the true reason I appreciate Lin-Manuel Miranda’s (GENIUS) work so much is that the writing is clever and compelling and honest in a way that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. Line after line leaves me speechless & I can’t help but stop and think about the power of his words in telling a story.

A lot of things can happen in your life and the musical really drills home the idea of working for a legacy but having no ability to choose who tells you story. It’s something I’ve never really thought of before and honestly, it’s a little scary. Hamilton had his wife Eliza, but when you’re only 18 and the best thing you’ve achieved in your life so far is getting into college, you can’t help but wonder whose stories you’re going to be telling down the road and if you’ll do it justice. Esoteric stuff, man. That’s what Broadway does to you.

I think that written word is very powerful. Look at the Federalist Papers, or really just any papers, and consider the sheer reach they have. So many people can be influenced by just a few phrases, incomplete thoughts, statements. One line in the show says “your sentences left me defenseless, you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals” and I think that really captures the way I feel about a good writer and his words. There’s so much potential. So much strength. So much expression.

Overall, this is basically just me getting to fangirl months late. Oh, and I can’t stop reading all my notes in rap now. It’s fine. We’re fine.


Stuck in my head: Wait for It // Hamilton (lol you guessed it!!!)
Snap it: a poetry book in Key West.

Like A Girl.

I’m a huge fan of classic movies. And by classic I mean Clueless and Mean Girls, not whatever black and white shot-on-film thing you were thinking. But here’s my one problem: all these girl power features promote girl on girl hate as part of a friendship. And let me just tell you, girl on girl hate has no place in my friendships at all. Zip. Zap. Zero. 

In honor of International Womens Day, I want to vent about my top pet peeve. As my friendships have grown and matured through the years I’ve learned that unnecessary confrontation and sass only inhibit your ability to truly benefit from a relationship. I think that little flame that makes a teenage girl feel incomplete without drama goes out in *most* people pretty early in high school. And while it seems the days of middle school cat fights have been traded for constructive conversation, in all honesty, the hate is still around and it’s perpetuated by the fact that so many people choose dismiss it.

I want to focus in on one aspect in particular, which is when this happens between close friends. We’re all guilty of snapping sometimes, but when someone who claims to love you unconditionally drags you down through verbal violence it’s really unfortunate. And personally, I tend to move those people to the end of my go-to list. We don’t have to get along perfectly, but being “attacking” and saying things WITH THE INTENT TO HURT stand to say that there are things more valuable than my friendship. Honesty is crucial, but so are delicacy and restraint. There’s a way to say the hard things without making them feel like daggers through the BFF heart.

None the less, I’ve been so fortunate to learn from so many strong women who have shaped me into who I am. And from each of them I have seen traits that I’m even more proud to see in myself today. I know dedication and confidence from my Mom, & kindness and empathy from my aunts. One grandma has shown me how to enjoy the finer things in life while never forgetting what’s truly important and the other one an appreciation for simplicityMy sister has taught me so much about compassion, staying young, and what it really means to be a role model. Friends have built my overall awareness and my ability to laugh at myself in the face of failure (or in the face of being made fun of for my weird “phases”). Camp counselors created acceptance, both for myself and for others, while years with poms taught me leadership and courage. AOII is overflowing with such giving and welcoming women, & I’ve seen a female-fueled marketing department make the impossible happen without even chipping a nail. 

I have so many incredible influences to celebrate this Womens Day and I’m happy to say I’ll be eating a cookie …or two… in your honor. Hug your mom, stop hating on your friends, watch a girl power movie. 

I’ve never been more ready to live my life like a girl. 


Stuck in my head: Green Light // Lorde
Snap it: SOHO, NYC