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.
good luck,
Miranda
n
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.
m
“…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.”
joan didion
n
“My mother taught me that fear was not an option.” DVF
Moving article on NYC’s most powerful women here.
n
“You are more comfortable being uncomfortable, and that is a good growth direction”
and
“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.
m