Month: January 2015

How the Snowpacolypse Changed Me

I write to you from a bus – seated next to an old man who smells like farts and sips from a bottle of cough syrup – just thought you should know that.

*This is the only picture I’ve taken over the last few days – me with my legs crossed (like a lady), clenching my Starbucks (like a white girl), and sitting in South Station (like a loner).*

So I’m stuck in my sheltered little basement dorm room for a full 24 hours – now what? Well, in my observations of those around me, I decide that snow days should be days of absolute nothing. I pull up Netflix, throw off my pants, throw a few blankets over me, and tuck a bag of Veggie Sticks under my arm. All of a sudden, only about four hours in (and a bag of Veggie Sticks later), I am angry, annoyed, twitching, and develop this unsettling feeling in my gut. Why?! I simply cannot bear the idea of sitting in the same spot doing the same thing for an extended period of time. It is PAINFUL. I start to question my life and my future, and before I know it I’ve convinced myself that my life is going n o w h e r e . The sad thoughts of my sad future make me want to cry, puke, and throw a puppy all at the same time. But then I got over it.

As a college student living in a Boston suburb, it is very hard to imagine what my future has in store. My routine becomes too normal for my liking and I grow sick of always seeing the same faces. I am constantly reminding myself why I am where I am – which is a horrible feeling. This is just the first step on your journey to success. One day you’ll be some crazy successful woman living in New York City. One day you will be the woman that girls your age aspire to become. ONE DAY! Then my stomach settles and I get right back into my same old routine with a semi-genuine smile slapped across my face. The day of the snowpocalypse arouses one of those moments and despite my desperate self-motivating techniques I could not escape my funk. So this got me thinking and thinking some more and thinking even more. After all, I was stuck in confinement for 24 hours, for the first time ever gagging at the idea of turning on Netflix, and had nothing to do but allow my mind to wonder. Maybe I should move to California? No, I can’t be that far from my mom. Maybe I should drop out of school? No, then I’d seriously be lost. Maybe I should DO SOMETHING? YES SAM, THAT’S IT!!!! It suddenly became clear to me that this routine and life I had become all too accustomed to was simply making me unhappy and not even one of my fancy self-given pep talks was going to cheer me up. I simply needed to DO SOMETHING.

So here I am, on a packed bus home to Connecticut, excited for a nice change in scenery. Plans are currently in progress, but a weekend of adventure is most definitely in store. And that’s that. It’s time for Sam to do things, see things, meet new people, and remove herself from the tiny little bubble of a college-student life. I will leave it at that – more (exciting???) details to come! CHEERS TO THE FREAKIN’ WEEKEND.

Samantha

The Neck of a Turtle

I haven’t worn a turtleneck since I was eight years old.

I’ve totally become a safe-dresser and I totally have a problem with that. I think my safe-dressing has become the result of laziness – laziness to put any extra effort into getting dressed for the day. BUT THAT STOPS HERE. So if I was a new year resolution-ist, I’d have to say that my resolution for the year 2015 would be to take more fashion risks.

This is where the turtleneck comes into play. Turtlenecks have just come out of retirement and Samantha has just come out of laziness. My first thought when I heard the word “turtleneck” a few months back was, “NO WAY!” And it wasn’t a good “NO WAY I’m totally gonna go buy one” it was a “NO WAY I will NOT bring TURTLENECKS back!” Though reflecting on that moment now, I honestly believe that “NO WAY!” was out of fear. Fear of taking a risk, fear of looking like I was eight years old again, and fear of dressing different. But right here in this very moment I am making a promise to myself to no longer let my fears hold me back – especially when it comes to how I dress.

Turtleneck is from Uniqlo, Pants are from Guess, and Shoes are from Sole Society.

To you it may seem like just a turtleneck, but for me it’s about being who I want to be and letting absolutely nothing hold me back. After all, slow and steady wins the race – right?

Samantha

New Year, New Me?

Wrong. Same me.

I’m having a tough time wrapping my head around the whole new year thing. This is probably due to the fact that up until two days ago (12/30/14) I was completely unaware that a new year was so so EXTREMELY close. For some reason I thought I had more time in 2014. So I apologize for my lack of sentimentality (?) but I cannot stand to be even a little bit sappy today, no matter how hard I try.

Allow me to return to the topic of “new year, new me” for a little. A lot of people view a new year as a new beginning, though in my opinion everyday could be perceived as a new beginning. Now I don’t mean to shun those of you who have a shopping-list of new year’s resolutions, resolutions are never bad. I guess what I’m trying to say is, if there is something you want to change about yourself/life or an opportunity you want to take or even a new activity you want to try, start today. When I say “today” I don’t mean the new year. “Today” represents any day and everyday. Resolutions should be made every single day, not just once every new year.

Aside from the resolutions, a new year is a great way/excuse to reflect on the old year. Reflecting has always been difficult for me because I am way too consumed in the present and even the future. Though what I must constantly remind myself of is how important reflection is to one’s success. So here I am forcing as many corny reflections as I possibly can out of the year 2014.

I traveled…