I've been putting off this blog because I've been so lazy (with the blog--not life...upcoming projects TBA!), but today, as I daydreamed on a slow day at work, I figured it was time to tell you about my trip to Paris.
Our family owns timeshares at Marriott, and we try to take a week a year. We can trade in our week at our Florida location for a week at any other available spot in the world, and we always talk about doing it...but my dad is a professor on an academic semester schedule, my mom works year round, my brother is a hedge fund trader who has to man his team and select his holidays so he's covered and I recently started a new job and didn't have any vacation time because of my probationary period.
Miraculously, we all were able to take off a week before Christmas holidays. My mom suggested trading in our Florida week for Phoenix...which I would go to in January, so I vetoed that. A few other ideas were bounced around until I insisted we go international. Our options were Spain an...
Every once in a while, you read a book that changes your life...that forces your empathy to grow, challenges the things you were certain of, and makes you question how you'd respond.
This Is How It Always Is, by Laurie Frankel, is one of those books.
"This is how a family keeps a secret…and how that secret ends up keeping them.
This is how a family lives happily ever after…until happily ever after becomes complicated.
This is how children change…and then change the world.
This is Claude. He’s five years old, the youngest of five brothers, and loves peanut butter sandwiches. He also loves wearing a dress, and dreams of being a princess.
When he grows up, Claude says, he wants to be a girl.
Rosie and Penn want Claude to be whoever Claude wants to be. They’re just not sure they’re ready to share that with the world. Soon the entire family is keeping Claude’s secret. Until one day it explodes."
But what would you do in that situation? Is everything as it seems?
The list of career choices I've made has been long and tenuous, at best. I wanted to be an astronaut--until I saw the footage of the Challenger explosion from the 80s. I was prepped to be a nurse--until my dad told me I'd have to change diapers. I wanted to be a fashion designer, because I liked to draw.
Okay, some of my decisions have been questionable. I was also five years old.
But the fickle mindset of a child never completely goes away, and I'm convinced as we get older that the questions grow about what a job is, what a career should be, and how we arrive at the ever-elusive happiness that the self-help pundits claim exists. And what I've learned, through many trials and errors, is that a happy career doesn't have to be a linear one.
Let me recap. I graduated high school in the middle of the pack. Better than about 70% of my class, but nothing to write home about. I was certain that I'd go to college and I'd blow my history out of the water. I'd be one of the exceptions to the rule...
"You have to lose the battle to win the war." You guys have heard that phrase, right? It reminds me of something they'd say on Suits (and probably have...) or a drama from the middle ages where strategy weaves into a lifechanging choice.
Through my writing career, I've learned the saying is true. Whether it's delaying the release of a book to polish it until it shines.
Whether it's holding back on writing because I need to focus on my day job.
Whether I balance or topple.
We all make those choices every day--the ones that have no satisfaction and hit your confidence now, because down the road they'll yield dividends.
In late October, I had my (now former) publisher revert the rights to The Rearranged Life.
When you publish a book, you sign over your rights to your writing--the publisher has the rights to put the words in the world. As you can imagine, reverting them takes those rights back and gives them to you again.
What does that mean for The Rearranged Life? For now...it's not o...
Ladies (and gents)...you know exactly what I'm talking about when I say everyone has had a heartbreak legend will be written about. Tell me you didn't think of that one guy/girl who shattered you. The opportunity that passed you by. The road not taken.
The one you thought of even more when you tried to drink it away (and possibly drunk texted. No judgment.)
The one you tearfully told your friends, your parents, your cousins, your hair stylist, the neighbor, the mailman and the sweet retail girl at Express--who was just trying to help you choose a pair of revenge jeans--about.
The one you wrote pages of anger about (and possibly to) so s/he could know exactly what s/he did wrong and could take responsibility (Rachel Green, I FEEL YOU GIRL!).
Jokes aside, it's a garbage place to be. I mean...dating is hard enough nowadays. Call me a dinosaur if you want, but dating apps have a lot to do with it. It's easy in a world of instant gratification to swipe left or right and decide in a millisecond...