Blooming Breakfasts

Is it just me, or is fulfillment hard to come by these days? Feeling passionate about something, having a fire inside you that is hot and bright and wild. Mine’s been feeling a bit frozen over (and I can’t blame it on the weather, completely).

I had a “Blooming Breakfast” with two of my favorite work ladies this morning. I’m pretty sure D (you can check out her Tumblr here) came up with the name. Isn’t it perfect? We talked about our hypes and gripes from the last few weeks – what’s excited us, and what’s defeated us. People discount the importance of talking about feelings at work, but really, emotions lie at the core of everything we do. And if we don’t talk about them, it’s likely we’ll explode (or at least I will).

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Jobs are hard. Some more than others, of course, but understanding one’s path, and growth trajectory, and weaknesses is serious. We’ve all gone through similar trials and tribulations, and we need to know that we’re not alone in how we feel. I can’t convey the importance of empathy. We all started somewhere, didn’t we?

As I’m sure you can assume, a big chunk of our breakfast turned into us venting. Which was great, and much needed! But we walked away with some “homework” assignments from one another.

The first: If someone were to write an article about you in a magazine, what would you want it to say?

The second: Go through Skillshare’s class roster and pick some classes that interest you.

The purpose of the assignments is to really look inside ourselves and start understanding who we want to be, and secondarily, what we really love. Outside of work, or inside of work. I really believe that these sort of exercises move us towards fulfillment. Because how can you be fulfilled if you don’t really know what you want. Am I right?

If anyone wants to join in and do this “homework” with me, I’d love to do a digital swap! Or we meet up for our own “Blooming Breakfast!” I’m going to make K do it with me, too!

Love,

A

National Siblings Day

Hi guys!

You know on Jointly we need a post specific to National Siblings Day. We are all about the family and the sissys. Mostly because we are obsessed with one another. But obsession and blog aside, having a sister is probably the greatest part of my life. To have someone I can always count on, who is always a phone call/text message/FaceTime/ping away, who can advise me on everything from my manicure color to my job search is straight up…amazing, for lack of a better word.

A & I always tease our mom about how she missed out on such a huge part of life since she doesn’t have a sister. She gets all choked up and teary-eyed because I think she knows that teasing aside, there’s some truth behind it. I think every girl needs a sister. A god-given best friend. That’s cheesy, but whatever it’s true.

(I can’t say much about brother-sister relationships right now. But maybe in the next few years I’ll have more insight and be able to gush about that too since the A & A wedding just around the corner).

Anyways, A, I want to take a quick second out of my super insane day to thank you for being the biggest piece of my life. I literally cannot imagine what life would be like without you. Thank you for always letting me tag along and piggy back on your plans, whether it was a picnic with friends in high school, or following you around at Mother, I always feel welcome. I know you attribute it to me being cool enough to hang out with you (and your friends), but really it’s because you were cool enough to bring your sister along and not give a sh*t what anyone else had to say. I was just reflecting on some of our hugely embarrassing but fond memories yesterday and all I can say is…get ready for the best and most humiliating wedding speech ever.

Love you so so SO much. Can’t wait till we (somehow) end up in the same city.

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P.S. Sorry for posting this without a heads-up or approval, but I wanted the element of surprise on my side. You’ll probably text me in 30 minutes being like “Awww, love you. But here’s the list of typos I found….”.

P.P.S. Mom, stop crying. We love you enough, you don’t need a sister.

P.P.P.S. Dad, we love you too so stop feeling left out.

P.P.P.P.S. Meeri, we love you too. You’re like the dog sister we couldn’t have been born with because that’s biologically impossible.

Love,

K

The Importance of a P.M.A.

I’ve been having one of those months (…few months?) when I’m having trouble focusing on the positive. When people hear me say this, they consistently think I’m insane. I’m engaged to the love of my life, we’re planning an amazing wedding, we live in the “greatest city on earth,” we have a really cute puppy, we both have families that will love us until the end of time, and friends that think we’re cool enough to occasionally invite us out.

Of course when I list this out, I sit back and think – holy shit *while smiling cheek to cheek*. But it’s not that easy to focus on the good stuff all the time. Wedding planning is also hard, we live in the most intense city in the world, our puppy is a handful (okay, actually I have no downside to this, the handful part doesn’t even matter), we’re far away from our families, and we don’t spend nearly as much time with our friends as we wish we could. Yes, in the grand scheme, these are just blips – I know this – but right now, it’s hard not to get caught up.

Life is not easy.

But there are still plenty, I mean plenty of things to be happy about every day. Even if one thing is falling to the wayside, there are other things that can help lift you right back up.

Yesterday, I was reading my horoscope (you know me, I’m into shit like that), and this is what it told me:

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Okay, thank you for a kick in the ass cosmos. Why am I letting a fly ruin what is one of the best times of my life? Also… I don’t even know what the fly is! Working too much? Flakey wedding vendors? Not being able to decide where to go for our Honeymoon? I’m realizing how crazy I sound.

So… that was my horoscope. And then, a girl I know from college posted about #100happydays. Now I’ve seen this a million times on Instagram, and have of course chosen to ignore it (call me Pessimistic Patrice), but today I clicked. And it sort of caught me off guard. Like in a slap in the face sort of way.

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71% of people don’t have enough time to spend two minutes a day marinating on what makes them happy. SEVENTY ONE PERCENT OF PEOPLE! That is madness – (given that as a strategist I know the data has been slightly fudged because it’s probably that people don’t have time to take an amazing picture and share it – don’t believe everything you hear! But…) the point is a compelling one.

Whether or not you commit to socially sharing what makes you happy for 100 days in a row (it is a big commitment!), we should at least take time each day to reflect on what makes us happy. OR maybe do consider partaking in an exercise like this! It keeps us all accountable.

A P.M.A. (Positive Mental Attitude) can take you far.

Here’s to happiness.

Love,

A

Another Long Weekend in NYC

Hey guys, happy Tuesday! May your week fly by!

I’ve been in NYC for the last five days, getting some much needed sissy time with A. Right now, I’m writing this at Mother while she diligently works, but haaay for being a second semester senior (just kidding it actually kicks my ass on the daily, but whatever). Technically I came in town for a bridal shower that her soon-to-be-sisters-in-law threw for her but I, of course, stayed far beyond that and forced her to partake in some NYC adventures with me. We have a ton of fun to share with you, and it’s mostly in the form of pictures (at least they aren’t selfies!).

The (boozy) bridal shower was amazing. The Pai sisters hosted it at this great restaurant in the Lower East Side called Saxon + Parole. We got the back room, delicious food (I’ll take anything with Nutella), and probably the best Bloody Marys ever. A had such a good time that she kept telling everyone it was the best day of her life. I’m sure you’ll all envisioning this was after the unlimited cocktails, but I can assure you, it was before them too 🙂

Image A getting bridal in her tiara – seriously how cute is this sign?

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Image(Some of) The Gautam + Pai sisters

The next day (sadly after our cousin S and friend N left), NYC decided to let up and give A and I a little sunshine. So we took to the town. We explored Williamsburg, East Village, Greenwich Village, and ended the day with a FaceTime session with our parents in Union Square.

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How cool is this graffiti wall in Williamsburg?

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We stopped in this little shop called Flower Power and checked out herbs and oils.

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We then hit up Strand Book Store (home to eighteen miles of books) and Alabaster Bookshop (where these photos were taken) because every day should have at least a hint of knowledge in it. And because we love to read.

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And then we came home to this guy. Nothin’ like the love of a little pup pup (even if I had to clean his pee a few times).

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So thanks, NYC, for another amazing weekend. After some time with family, I now feel refreshed and ready to wrap up the last month of my undergraduate career. That’s a complete lie, I’m not ready, and I don’t want to leave. But hey, I can get through a month, right?

Lots of love,

K (and sort of A who’s next to me but talking advertising)