10.25.2011

what's wrong with me? plenty.

but that was never the point.

single/single-ish ladies, i found this article here and just love it. so the next time someone gives you the stink eye for being single. go confidently that you're waiting for the perfect person. SIDE note: realized you have to be logged in...so HERE is the article.. from The New York Times by Sara Eckel.


MODERN LOVE

Sometimes, It’s Not You


ON my first date with Mark, he asked how long it had been since my last relationship.
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I looked at the table, cupping my hand around my beer. I had always hated this question. It seemed so brazenly evaluative — an employment counselor inquiring about a gap in your résumé, a dental hygienist asking how often you flossed.
I knew he wasn’t appraising me. We had worked together for two months, and in this crowded bar we spoke with the easiness and candor of good friends — he told me about the pain of his divorce, the financial strain, the loneliness. He had been hanging around my office, sending flirty e-mails and — most adorable to me and mortifying to him — blushing whenever I spoke to him. He was kind of in the bag.
But still I didn’t answer. I didn’t want him to know the truth: that I was 39 and hadn’t had a serious boyfriend in eight years. I had seen men balk at this information before — even when the numbers were lower. They would look at me in a cool and curious way, as if I were a restaurant with too few customers, a house that had been listed for too long. One man actually said it: “What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” I had answered.
“But you’re attractive?” he said, as if he wasn’t sure anymore.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” I said. “I don’t know why.”
Now, faced with Mark’s innocent question, I hedged. “A long time,” I said quickly.
Mark didn’t seem to notice the evasion. He sipped his beer, and we moved on to other topics — our co-workers, Douglas Coupland novels, Seattle — and then, on a street corner outside the bar, to our first kiss. I knew I would eventually have to tell him. But not yet.
When my long-ago date asked that question — “What’s wrong with you?” — I was, of course, outraged. I finished my drink, said I had to get up early. But honestly, his question was no worse than the one I asked myself nearly every day. It wasn’t full-blown self-loathing, more a hollowness that hit me in the chest at certain times — a long subway ride home from a mediocre date, a phone conversation with a married friend who suddenly said she has to go, her husband just took the roast out of the oven.
My solace came from the place where single women usually find it: my other single friends. We would gather on weekend nights, swapping funny and tragic stories of our dismal dating lives, reassuring one another of our collective beauty, intelligence and kindness, marveling at the idiocy of men who failed to see this in our friends.
Mostly, we would try to make sense of it all. Were our married friends really so much more desirable than we were? Once in a while someone would declare that married women were actually miserable, that it was they who envied us. But this theory never got too far — we knew our married friends wouldn’t switch places with us, no matter how much they complained about their husbands.
Of course, there are many popular books and television shows that detail the lives of such women, but in those stories adorable men constantly approach the heroines in parks and bus stops and ask them to dinner. The sitcom single woman is never alone for long. She skips from one man to the next, changing boyfriends as frequently as she does purses. My friends and I had various dates and mini-relationships, but mostly we were alone.
While many of us watched and enjoyed these shows — and didn’t entirely mind when people remarked that our lives were “just like” the protagonists’ — the stereotype they created of the over-30, man-hunting singleton cast a shadow over us. Being an unattached woman who would rather not be somehow meant you were a nitwit, a bubblehead who had few concerns beyond shopping, pedicures and “Will he call?” My friends and I had no interest in shopping or pedicures, but that didn’t stop us from feeling wildly embarrassed that we longed for love.


Admitting that you wanted a husband — much less that you were distraught you didn’t have one — seemed like a betrayal of feminism. We were supposed to be better than this. (Not that any actual feminists said it was so awful to want a relationship. The e-mails we received from NOW and Planned Parenthood focused on reproductive rights and equal pay, not dating and marriage.)
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Professing a need for love could also be taken as evidence that you weren’t ready for it. One December night when I was having drinks with a married male friend, he grew exasperated with my (admittedly annoying) complaints about having to spend yet another holiday season without a partner. “Sara, in almost every way you have it together,” he said, “but on this one topic you turn into this ridiculous girl!”
Like single women everywhere, I had bought into the idea that the problem must be me, that there was some essential flaw — arrogance, low self-esteem, fear of commitment — that needed to be fixed. I needed to be fixed.
As a freelance writer, I couldn’t afford a good therapist, but my job did give me access to some of the country’s best mental-health professionals. As I wrote articles on first dates and break-ups, I interviewed psychology professors and therapists, shamelessly peppering the conversation with anecdotes from my own life. I was trying to get at the root of the problem — for the benefit of womankind, and for myself.
I also talked to a lot of self-help authors. There was the Tough-Love Married Lady who declared the key to finding a soul mate was to grow up, quit whining and do something about your hair. There was the Magical Soul-Mate Finder who prescribed keeping a journal, long hikes, candle-lighted bubble baths and other hocus-pocus. And there was The Man — i.e., a moderately cute guy who wrote a book — who gave insider tips on how to hook up with him, which involved not being critical and having long hair.
So I grew my hair out. I took bubble baths. And, of course, I started examining my issues. Was my failure a result of my latent commitment-phobia (cleverly masked as really wanting commitment), as one helmet-haired expert implied? Did I feel inherently unworthy and broadcast that low self-assessment to every man I met? (Another gentle suggestion.) Did my failure to “love myself” mean I was unable to love another?
Or was I not positive enough? The experts agreed that a positive attitude was very important for attracting men. I could see it — sure. But this is not my strength. I believeglobal warming is real and heaven is a fantasy. I believe people who think “everything happens for a reason” must have never opened a newspaper. Some may call it negative. I call it realistic.
A lot of good things happened during my period of constructing Sara 2.0. I went to artists’ colonies, taught storytelling to young people from disadvantaged backgrounds, adopted a rescue dog, learned to do a handstand — all under the banner of “Learning to Love My Single Life.” And I made sure everyone knew my life was super-duper awesome with or without a man — my adorable apartment! my fulfilling career! my amazing friends! But I also knew I couldn’t play that card too often, lest the Greek chorus conclude that my well-oiled life left no room for love. As a male friend once told me, “Sometimes you see a woman who has her act together so well that you think, What does she need me for?”
My efforts yielded many friends and filled my calendar with fulfilling activities. I went on Internet dates, speed dates and blind dates. I had great hair and a confident smile. But I was still alone. And in the dark of Saturday night, I still asked myself, “What’s wrong with me?”
Mark and I dated for a month before I revealed my shoddy relationship résumé. When I did, he shrugged. “Lucky for me,” he said, “all those other guys were idiots.”
And that was it. To Mark, I was not a problem to solve, a puzzle that needed working out. I was the girl he was falling in love with, just as I was falling in love with him.
Six years later, this past June, he and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. My close friends — the ones with whom I had shared many impromptu therapy sessions — had come to the wedding in a small Brooklyn park. And so had their husbands.
Did we find love because we grew up, got real and worked through our issues? No. We just found the right guys. We found men who love us even though we’re still cranky and neurotic, haven’t got our careers together, and sometimes talk too loudly, drink too much and swear at the television news. We have gray hairs and unfashionable clothes and bad attitudes. They love us, anyway.
What’s wrong with me? Plenty. But that was never the point. 

and i can't get over how much i love christina perri's voice.

feeling dark?

listen to this:



something a little more positive and more lovey..go for this one:


all the above. . .

it's been a busy last week, so I wanted to share my week in photos. 


strolling down the street in New Orleans...I caught a perfect day!



stopped at cafe Du Monde and had a few beignets & coffee :) 


took in the historic buildings...


got home in time to see a gorgeous sunset.



went to the UK All Stars vs. Villains basketball game in RUPP. 


I SPY! the current UK Basketball TEAM!! 


and jammed to the perfect song. for some reason this song just makes me happy. download it. 







10.19.2011

HOLA, NOLA!

Hey girlfriends,


I am off to New Orleans tomorrow! 


Ohhey. 



I have pretty much been starving myself (*okay maybe not so much!) so I can chow on some of these...


While I can't share deets on where I'll be or what I shall be up to I am just so so so excited! I am in charge of ensuring audio visual is set up and the presentation functions perfectly, so until about 10:00 PM you can find me stressing my pretty little head out.  I am a planner that likes every little detail to be perfect (who doesn't?!) so of course the day off I am wracking my brain for every little thing that could go wrong.....including...flights.....FLIGHTS. and this girls flight. has a tiny little layover. so shoot up a prayer for this one! I am excited... guess what else is in NOLA this year......? Another conference? well, yes, that is true. But that isn't what I was getting at........THE FINAL FOUR!!! And you all know the boys and blue will be there!! I just FEEL it this year. If you are not a Kentucky you I just don't think you understand. There is something MAGICAL about Rupp arena. I am so excited about the pursuit for 8! :) chills. 








GIRLS - I am having a yummy Gourmet meal twice when I get there, but what else should I do beside food? Where should I go for fun?? I have NO friends here, so no advice...I kinda love getting lost and being new to a city! so help! :)

10.17.2011

Adele-itis

pretty fall days + little Sholanda Honda 


+ me 

+ Adele



= Adele-itis.


Do you all ever have this issue with Adele? When I attempt to sing like her, I distrub something terribly in my throat, ouch! I should probly stop that. I am kinda over "Someone like You" I listened to that over and over a long time ago. This is my new Adele Jam!

10.13.2011

brazilian blowout: revealed {calling all girls with curls}

wouldn't you just die for hair like Blake Lively.  I've never seen a bad photo of this girl.  sometimes I wonder if she rolls out of bed lookin like this. 


but then I come to my senses and realize that most celebs reach their peak beauty, when they reach their peak celebrity {and peak wealth}. because this means access to the creme de la creme, the absolute best and most perfect products out there. and that i do not have access to...yet! did you know that west hollywood has a spot dedicated to blow outs? No Color. No Cuts. Just blow drys, it is known as Drybar.  If I could take advantage of this on a daily basis I would.  

My goal in life: 1. to be wealthy enough is continue to find passion in all aspects of life



 THEN: afford the daily blowout and consistently have fresh flowers in my home. ......I am getting side tracked, back to my point! Roundbrush BLOWOUTS. they are amazing.  I never thought I would meet anyone that could straighten my curls, let alone make me feel like a pantene model. Then, I was introduced to the BRAZILIAN BLOWOUT and my life forever changed. Before I write anymore, please do your research girls.  I have received emails from OSHA and other allies that always correct what I have to say about this product.  WHAT i am saying i my own personal experience.  yes, there are chemicals in brazilian blowout that you do NOT want to inhale, ingest or take in on a daily basis.  but there are lots of harmful things that can harm you. Then I met Anthony, he is a local stylist in Lexington at Touche' salon. just a sidenote: he does the blowout for $100 on your first time and $150.  The Brazilian Blowout will normally run you about $300-$400. Yes, even in Lexington, Kentucky.  It is a smoothing treatment, so your curls are not forever gone, but they are tamed.  And the frizz? GONE...you'll need a touch up about every 3 months, but my curls even look more beautiful as it disappears.  And the best news? It cuts my blow dry time in 1/2. Totally worth it to me. Especially when traveling and I have to be at the airport at 5:00 AM.  

This is me pre-blowout.  Life was hard. and I so loathed blow drying my hair.  And as my friend Cathy continues to say to me "You invented the flippin' POOF" (insert Jersey/Snooki accent) I was blessed with 2 parents with very curly hair. Thank mom and dad!!

The poof: 


Me post-blowout: this took me about 10 minutes to blowdry. 




I usually love the blowout about 10 days after getting it, it looks silky but also has more body and bounce:


Now do your research and go get the Brazilian Blowout!!


10.10.2011

connecting the dots.

what a week.  I've been traveling from city to city and haven't even unpacked and am leaving again on Wednesday.  fall seems to be falling through my hands.  i had one beautiful, busy and amazing weekend. I watched one of my friends, sorority sisters and college roommate marry her soulmate, attended an event for the league, went to the sustainer tea brunch, celebrated my friends birthday and my Aunt's birthday!! it's been crazy in the life of Chelsea.  I was hosting an event in Memphis when I received the new about Steve Jobs {forgive me, i'm a bit behind on posting} he is an incredibly brilliant person and inspirational at that,  one that forever impacted the world with his talent.  By now you have probably seen this, but if f you have not seen the commencement speech he gave at Stanford, please do.  


I always become entangled with the future and attempt to "connect the dots"