The weight of balls. The heft of balls. Balls will really matter this week, so it’s time to cup them. Not feeling sporty? Try.
I’ve devoted significant time the past few days to cleaning and reorganizing my things. Our garage is currently Michelle’s Storage Unit – everything from my apartment, and then everything from pre-college life (boxes and boxes of books, magazines, high school memorabilia, every letter ever written in the history of my life, clothes I swore I’d wear). I need to clear away the clutter before I leave so I can be sure I keep and take with me only the most important artifacts. It’s a trip to tear through boxes and see stuff you’d completely forgotten about, and feels good to get rid of most of it too.
“…quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out of the West and reached the mirage.”
“My mother taught me that fear was not an option.” DVF
Moving article on NYC’s most powerful women here.
“You are more comfortable being uncomfortable, and that is a good growth direction”
“I am very proud of you.”
Ben Lee was the first person I heard talk about USC’s Communication Management program; his introduction to the program resonated so much that I mentioned him in my personal statement when I applied. I switched advisors at the start of my program so I could learn under his instruction, and surely I have. The past month he has really pushed me to be untraditional and clear-sighted in my decisions, and confident in the prospect of: the future.