Hi! I'm Amanda, and I'm an NYC-based grad student dedicated to making The Next Seven years of my life the best ones yet. Here I document thoughts on how to beat the mundane, achieve goals, and create an adventurous, meaningful life. Posts go up every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!
FINALLY. It’s finally. Freakin’. Here. The winter 2017-2018 bucket list!
I realize I’m about 2 months late to post this. It probably should have gone up at the beginning of December if we’re being real. But I promise I had the list written in my mind all along! It just didn’t make it’s way over to the blog until now.
Oopsies. Well, better late than never, amirite? Besides, I only posted New Years resolution ideas last week, so clearly the demographic that enjoys this blog has to be those people who are procrastinators just like me.
It’s that time of year again. Magazines, social media, and aaaalll the blogs are talking about New Years resolution ideas.
They’re also talking about how you most likely won’t accomplish anything you set out to do on January 1st. (According to one contributor on Forbes, 40% of Americans make New Years resolutions and only 8% accomplish them.)
We need to catch up. There are so many things to update you on.
Here’s the skinny: I’ve been writing less lately because I’ve been traveling a ton more. I decided back in the summer that travel is my #1 adventure priority, so I’ve been catching planes what feels like every weekend to soak in all the American cities I can. On those rare weekends when I’m in my new home state, I’m off to the mountains, exploring all of Colorado’s nooks and crannies.
At some point I’ll do a full-on travel update post. (And I think I’m going to start writing weekend travel guides. They’d be chock full of the best spots to hit in different American cities, a-la my own research and experience. Thoughts on whether that’d be cool to read?)
But for now I’m going to give a quick lil skim of my life the past four months, because it’s been too long and we need to catch up.
I miss this place. This blog makes me feel the most me. Whenever I’ve just finished writing a post, I feel like I’m floating on a current of energy, like I’m leaning into what makes me tick.
So I’ve been looking forward to making a return to write this for a while now. I’m sitting here on the calmest afternoon I’ve experienced in a month, sipping hours-old french press coffee (and it’s important that I tell you it’s french press because I have been a lazy, trashy Keurig coffee drinker for a while now and I’m very impressed at this new development in my life), and admiring all the summer-in-Denver that is happening just outside the window.
The biggest reason I had my heart set on doing something like this was to commemorate all the adventures I had during the year in a way that didn’t involve me taking 23423408 photos of my friends in the middle of us trying to break it down on the dance floor at our favorite spot to show off our sick mediocre moves, The Fat Baby.
Honestly, I just wanted a way to quickly capture some of my favorite moments while not taking myself away from the life I was enjoying. Nobody likes the person glued to their camera when we’re all creating memories together.
Hi friends! It’s been a while. And a lot of stuff has gone down.
I know I’ve been MIA. Honestly, life has been crazy. I haven’t really sat down to breathe since probably the beginning of May. Which isn’t really an excuse because I stopped writing in March.
But trust me on this: I haven’t forgotten about this blog. In fact, recently when I was driving home from work (hey! I have a job now! And a car! We have so much to catch up on) I started doing some major thinking.
For reasons I won’t get into right now (but will totally get into later in another post because I still love to talk as much as ever, don’t you worry), the past two weeks have felt a little lackluster even though they have been busy as hell. And so when I was in the car the other day I asked myself a very important question posed by a very important man:Continue reading “I’M BACK!”→
One of the most significant times I ever failed at something in a way that hurt was my senior year of undergrad.
I’d been running for months to train for the Colonial Half Marathon, a race held annually in my college town. All the most active people who weren’t otherwise playing a varsity sport ran the Colonial Half. Lots of girls I looked up to had run it in years past, and I desperately wanted to be one of them.