Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about my career. If you’re new around here, I own my own marketing consulting company, which I started in February of 2015. I can’t believe it’s been that long already. What’s crazy is that this is the longest job I’ve ever held; before starting my own thing, I never made it past two years at any one place (sometimes by choice, sometimes otherwise). What’s been on my mind lately is what…
You remember The 5 People You Meet In Heaven, that book everyone was raving about ten years ago where the guy gets crushed to death by a defective carnival ride? Well I’ve been thinking about it ever since, except my version feels less like an inspirational parable and more like a panic attack, and smells like peanuts. I call it: The 5 People You Meet On An Airplane. No matter where you’re going or how much you’ve paid for that…
When John and I started thinking about where we might want to go on our honeymoon, we had a few criteria we wanted to hit: Somewhere warm, since our wedding was in the middle of winter Somewhere we wouldn’t normally be able to just pack up and go Somewhere that wouldn’t take an insanely long flight to get to Somewhere relatively affordable After doing some research (aka me listening to John read off posts from Lonely Planet), we narrowed it…
Ahhhhhhhh. Where to begin? I’m back at work today after the most amazing two weeks of my life in which I A) got married and B) went on my honeymoon, and despite being back in New York for two days already, I still feel like I’m walking around in a fog. Here’s the thing about getting married that’s hard to anticipate beforehand: it’s the most emotionally overwhelming thing you’ll probably ever do until you have a child (I’m just guessing…
I’m gonna be completely honest and admit that I always thought most brides were kind of exaggerating about how much work goes into planning a wedding. You pick some colors, hire a few people, taste a bunch of cake and call it a day, right? Right. Totally not right. I guess it’s kind of like how I imagine stay-at-home moms must spend all day chilling on the couch watching Days of Our Lives until 3 p.m. when it’s inevitably time…
Five weeks from now I’ll be hopping on a plane to Florida, picking up my dress, doing a little drive across the state and, barring any unforeseen acts of God or nature (I shouldn’t even joke about that), getting married. Eeek! Wedding planning is weird. You do a ton of stuff up front like booking the venue, shopping for your dress and the other big things. Then there’s this whole middle lull where there’s not much to do except Google…
Simultaneously living in New York City and planning a wedding means two things: I’m almost always busy and I’m almost always low on cash. Especially now that the holidays have passed and the wedding is almost here, I’m in serious money-saving mode. As I enter my 30’s, I’ve tried to get more serious about long-term financial goals. A down payment for a new house. Retirement. A backyard cat sanctuary. But I’ve also never been one to sit at home with…