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How and When to Use #mymess

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a beautiful mess is my story #mymess is yours.

What’s #mymess?

#mymess is way to to describe an awkward, funny, or embarrassing moment that happened to you or your “friend” ;-)  Quirky situations are also welcome. #mymess is about finding the humor in life, including life’s heavier stuff.

Who should use #mymess?

EVERYONE, so tell your grandma.  But if you’re like me, you’re probably the type of person who always seems to find food in their hair.  Ketchup!? But I didn’t eat ketchup today...#mymess

When is it appropriate to use #mymess?

Always. I’m a firm believer anything in life can and should be laughed at.  Nothing should be off the table, including things like death, cancer, or race. I believe that if done right and with taste, even the most taboo topics can be funny. LOL funny.  Maybe, if we start laughing we can start talking about things that normally make us uncomfortable.  Maybe.

Why you should use #mymess?

#mymess reminds us to find the humor in life, particularly in difficult situations. Because sometimes in the midst of life’s chaos what we really want and need, is a good chuckle.  Personally, I’m a chortle-r, get it from my dad.  Besides, laughing at yourself is important.  Nothing is sexier than a person who can own their mess.  Embrace your mess and help others embrace theirs.

Example of #mymess moment:

@aliberlinski Yesterday, while trying to make a fishing analogy I inadvertently told my boss I was a hooker.  #mymess

That’s my twitter account. Feel free to tweet/follow and spread the #mymess gospel because life should be laughed at.

 

Pst! Down here! Got more questions? I have answers!

What does #mymess look like?

Like this…soundtrack-bridget-jones-s-diary-17035

What does #mymess taste like?

Like fruit salad, when you mix up the sugar with the salt jar.

What does #mymess smell like?

Like an old car-air-freshener and taco bell.  Odd yet nostalgic and therefore wonderful.

What does #mymess feel like?

Pure unadulterated joy, because you know how to laugh at life’s misfortunes.

 

We Are Unicorns

My college roommates and I at our NYU undergrad ceremony '07

My college roommates and I at our NYU undergrad ceremony ’07

Congratulations 2013 lady graduates! You have officially been accepted into the sisterhood of unicorns. I know, you’ve been in your 20′s for a year or two now, but your college years don’t really count as far as your 20′s go. Sorry.

Societally speaking, women in their 20′s are invincible.  As far as commitments go, you probably don’t have many, making your life mobile and limitless. You can go anywhere, do anything, and be anyone you want to be.

Everyone is attracted to a woman in her 20s.  Why wouldn’t they be? Your boobs will never be perkier, your skin tighter, your ass firmer.  Genetically, you’re still young enough to lose weight easily.  I’m not saying losing weight is easy; it’s not, but it’s never going to be easier than it is now.   

Take it from Princeton Mom, there will never be a larger supply of men or women who want to date you. This is not to say you should date everyone or try to find a compatible mate ASAP, but rather, recognize that as you get older the dating pool will only get smaller.  Eventually, you will exhaust dating friends of friends, co-workers, random cute guys you meet at a bar/coffe-house/public library, and dating will get harder. Plus you’ll, hopefully, get pickier. This is a good thing. Less frogs, more princes, right.

This is all very general of course, because everyone’s situation is unique. Nevertheless, societally speaking, you are golden.  

It’s true, there is nothing like being in your twenties.  Right now everyone’s talking about it, yet something you should know, is your 20′s are going to suck. Big time.

In your twenties you will probably have your first serious relationship, followed by your first real heartbreak, the one that makes you understand why every love song was ever written.

Apart from romantic relationships, you’ll re-evaluate every relationship you have-friends, family, co-workers.  You will ask yourself, is this person important to me? Am I important to them? Do I even still like this person?

If you haven’t already, you may experience your first loss and it WILL shape you.

You’ll have to endure people saying, “Don’t worry, you’re so young,” as if this made your problems any less painful, any smaller. 

In your twenties you’ll discover that you’re probably way under-qualified and under-educated for your dream job. The realization will be depressing at first.  Luckily, this like everything else can and will change because you will change.

As much as people say your 20′s doesn’t count, it does.  Everything counts.  In your twenties, you’ll learn more about yourself than you will probably, for the rest of your life. “Eighty percent of life’s defining moments happen by age 35. [Your twenties are] the defining decade of your adulthood” (Meg Jay).

But as we all know, personal growth is never easy.  In fact, it’s going to be messy.  I’m not here to make it any less messy because I would never rob anyone of that experience.  Making a mess is often how we grow.  Rather, I want to remind you to enjoy it as best you can and whenever appropriate, laugh. Because your 20′s are also going to be some of the best parts of your life.

Is There a Better Muse Than Heartache?

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Creative people draw inspiration from everything around them.   However, when it comes to relationships, is there really a better muse than heartache?

I wish I could say happiness, but it wouldn’t be true, not for me at least.  After my ex and I broke up, I threw myself into my writing.  It wasn’t something I thought about or struggled with.  The creative process took over. 

This weekend marks my 2-year anniversary with my boyfriend.  While I’ve never been happier with another person, I’m literally staring at a blank page pleading my fingers to type something.  It’s as if my current relationship bliss has rendered me incapable of writing about romantic relationships.  It’s embarrassing.  Im a writer, spinning words into gold is my job description. 

Let’s face it, the life of an average happy couple is boring.  As much as I cherish the simple things like grocery shopping with my boyfriend, it’s not exactly the stuff Pulitzers are made of.

No one wants to read a book about a happy couple.   Imagine if Noah and Allie from the Notebook hadn’t lost touch and had just gotten married in the first place.  BORING. People love a happy ending, but with a few twists and turns along the way.  I suppose there’s always books on HOW to be a happy couple, but I’m almost certain Dr. Phil has that market locked down.

Perhaps the problem stems from the fact that all my current relationship problems are good problems.  My boyfriend is so skinny that we wear the same size pants.  Even this isn’t really a problem. The way I see it, I now have more clothes.

As great news as this is for my personal life, I can’t help but feel like it’s a death sentence for my writing career.  With the exception of Gretchen Rubin’s Happiness Project, most of my creative role models thrived in times of heartache.  Case in point, Alanis Morissette.

Go ahead, gasp.  You and I both know she’s never been better than Jagged Little Pill.  Was Dave Coulier the love of her life or, the one who got away? Definitely not.  But did he inspire one of the most awe-inspiring and beloved breakup songs of all time, “You Oughta Know”? Yes.

So what next?  The book’s written. Everyone knows everything there is to know about my love life.  And I’m tired of writing about my ex.  Nothing gives the impression that you’re still not over him, than constantly bringing it up.   I’m over it, I promise.  Still, writing about happy and healthy love just isn’t the same.

In case you haven’t figure it out, I’m officially writing a post complaining about how much it sucks as a writer to be in a healthy relationship, and judging myself for it. Oh well, I suppose I’ll think of something.  Who knows, maybe my boyfriend will turn out to be an ax-murderer. (fingers crossed) So I ask again,

IS THERE A MUSE BETTER THAN HEARTACHE?