Time to Transform

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Hi…I guess I should introduce myself and why the oh so dramatic title. I am a single woman living in New York city. I am a coffee, clothing and shoe addict who smokes cigars with her dad, loves to go shopping with her mom and plays pool with her sister. I love talking about big ideas and strategies. I love to cook and have an obsession with country music that may be unhealthy at times. Washing dishes and folding laundry relaxes me but drying dishes and vacuuming makes me want to throw both items out the window. I am involved with my church but sometime have a hard time dealing with what the world is coming to. I am not good at spelling or detail for that matter but I love detailed design. In short, I am a walking contradiction. If you want to know more, just ask. If you feel the same way, join the club, we’ve got jackets

My story is: I worked in advertising on the agency side for a retail brand (nice and vague huh?) for a couple of years out of school and then WHAM! I got laid off. Didn’t know it was coming. Like that bike messenger that zings you as you are about to open your cab door. Woosh! “What the…? “Bam. “Sign where…?” Rough. It was the first time that I was laid off. Cut from a team. The fat kid at dodge-ball. Well, that isn’t quite true. I have totally been that kid. (sidebar: kids can be really mean. a part of me would rather be in herald square all day then back in middle school but I digress). Anyway, so there I was, trying to figure out if I just walk out of the conference room and leave the building, go back to my desk, close the client email I’d been writing and cry, or have a Jerry McGuire-esque freak out where I grab some office mascot and storm out. Well, as my father always taught me, leave the way you came, with style and grace. So I did. packed my things, hugged the whole office, and went home. where i then preceded to have a Jerry McGuire-esque freakout.

After that event I decided to start thinking. Who was I apart from my job? What did I LIKE to do rather than the stuff that I just HAD to do over the past two years. What were my joys, loves, passions, dislikes, and things that got me talking faster and faster. (happens a lot). So that is why I’m here. writing. I want to share the “what goes on after all that you planned for falls to the ground”. To hear if you have had the same experience if you want to tell me. But mostly to share the random things in my life that I get excited about little stuff like cool file folders and getting the sensation of accomplishment when I cross things off lists. And to share the big stuff. The life stuff. The things that people don’t really come out and share because its New York. And usually the person sharing with you is either hitting on you, wants money from you, or is flagging you down on the sidewalk asking if you have a couple of seconds to care about starving children in Africa. (which I do care about and want to help organizations that do work with them but talking to you, friend in a tie-dyed do-rag, will probably not help them all that much. but thanks for making me feel like I’m a bad human being. Appreciate that.)

Oh and you have probably realized by now that I am sarcastic. very sarcastic. If not, you probably think I’m a bad human being, like my friend in the do-rag.

That’s all for today. most posts will not be this long, i think. and they will probably include pictures. i hope. but lets be honest, I have no idea really what I am doing. Oh and what’s with the Alchemy Social Club? Well to avoid a War and Peace size blog entry, I’ll touch on that in the next couple of posts.

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