A Whole New World

Well it’s been a few months since my last post, which was full of all sorts of crossroads. I am unfortunately back writing to you in the same exact place I was. However, I now have an MBA, which is slightly more exciting.

I was extremely fortunate to have had the opportunity to be a graduate assistant to a statistics professor over the last few months, who generously offered me a position at his data analytics company. I get to work from home, and on projects that require a lot of thinking and time. Especially because I don’t exactly know what I am doing. I mean I am saving a lot of money by living and working at home, however there are A LOT of downsides.

I know…I went from talking about public relations and social media to all of a sudden doing data work…who am I? Well the answer is, I don’t really know. I went through a few personal things these past few months which had a detrimental impact on my self-esteem. Sadly, I am still suffering and trying desperately to find a cure.

I spent my whole life being creative, yet here I am working with working with numbers. I mean I am good at what I do, however, it is not what I want to be doing. It’s extremely cliche for me to say, but it doesn’t make my soul happy. I am in a rut. I don’t like who I’ve become, what I look like, or what I am doing.

In my last post I mentioned I thrive off being stressed and planning, however in this job I don’t have things to plan. I lay in bed all day receiving a call every once in a while to complete work. I have nothing pushing me to be better. I have lost all motivation when it comes to establishing a successful future, and it frustrates me.

I am so aware of what I am becoming and the different ways to fix it, however my anxiety that I have also mentioned is becoming worse, in the sense that I am becoming unrecognizably okay with being lazy with my daily routine, eating habits, and basically everything else.

I have this voice in my head that constantly tells me to do something creative, yet my inspirations for doing so seem to be dwindling.

I have come up with some game plans to get my life on track, however, it is going to take a lot of personal strength from within to get me where I want to be…I need to believe in what can be and push myself to get there.

I figured writing to whoever is listening as my motivation to stay on top of things. Also, that way I am not the only one exploring this new scary world!!

 

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Canada Bound

So today I will be reminiscing on one of my mini adventures of the semester. Back in October I ventured off to the tundra that is Buffalo, NY. My little brother, okay not to little, is a freshman at the the New York State University of Buffalo, so of course I had to visit him.

While I was there I made my way to Canada. It was only 25 minutes away from his school so I could not pass up that opportunity, especially since I have never been there before. So of course I spent my entire day at Niagara Falls, because who wouldn’t want to spend four hours staring at waterfalls?

They were gorgeous, mesmerizing, and just overall soothing to look at. All of my stress disappeared for that short period of time…and I was not mad about that at all.

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This is me super-duper excited to be entering Canadia (Yes, I do call it that). 

When my parents and I first drove up to bridge my face lit up, and I am not even kidding. I made my parents take pictures of every step I took because I was so excited. This country is magical…lol I am just slightly dramatic.

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Look how beautiful this rainbow is…I was in awe.

Basically what I’m saying is that I love Canada, it was gorgeous, even just the little part I was exposed to.

Oh…and it was nice to see my brother too.

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This is me all sad that I had to leave my brother after our short reunion.

Here are some reasons your next destination should be Canada: http://www.thecollegetourist.com/10-reasons-why-your-next-destination-should-be-canada/

London Town

Hey Everyone,

I’m back with another post about one of my previous adventures. In the summer of 2014 I traveled across the Atlantic to my favorite place, London, England. London has been on the top of my “places to travel” list for years, because to be honest I think I am secretly meant to be British, but don’t tell anyone. When my cousins invited me on an all girls trip across seas, there was no way I could deny returning to my secret home country. When I first got on the plane I think I went into shock, because that was the moment I realized I was actually going to London, and it was my first time on a plane, so there’s that! This magical city was just as I imagined, filled with beautiful people with beautiful accents.

Although, I am all for discovering the little things that make a city special, I was in full on tourist mode when I arrived. I took pictures of everything and even made a video of my adventure, which I may upload in another post. If I had to pick one my favorite places it would have to be Buckingham Palace, which I had the honor of touring, but sadly was not aloud to bring in my camera…what was that about? This palace was by far the most gorgeous example of interior design I have ever seen, it was magnificent. I left in awe and with the urge to buy a palace. Then, there was the British Museum, which was amazing. I am not one for museums at all, in fact, I hate them. But, the British sure know how to impress because I was so pleased with my experience. I found myself not wanting to leave, which let me tell you has NEVER happened before in a museum.

Yes, I was a complete tourist and took selfies with every amazing thing I came across, but there was one thing I knew I wanted to find. This one specific thing was a piece of Banksy graffiti art. I heard about him from a fellow brit, and because I am basically a brit I knew if I ever went to London I needed to find a piece of his work. Therefore, I took my cousins on a “treasure hunt”, little did they know the treasure was just a piece of art on the side of the building. But, to me it was amazing, it was so realistic, and so socially capturing that it automatically made me think. This specific piece was so hard to find, it was hidden on this little street, which I almost missed. But it was totally worth getting lost for, so if you are ever in the mood for a treasure hunt, go around London and look for famous Banksy pieces, you will not regret it.

The back of Buckingham Palace, because it was the only place I was allowed to take a picture.

The back of Buckingham Palace, because it was the only place I was allowed to take a picture, but it still came out pretty cool.

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Banksy’s “Shop Until You Drop” on Bruton Street in Mayfair, London.

This is me, looking surprisingly very happy at the British museum.

This is me, looking surprisingly happy at the British Museum.

In case you want to learn a little bit more about London, here is a blog post written by a Marist student, who spent a semester abroad in this magnificent city: http://www.thecollegetourist.com/study-abroad-my-abroad-experience-in-london/