What Amy Winehouse Taught Me About Turning 27

Every time August comes around, I have that “Woah, my birthday is soon,” realization. This year, the “Woah” wasn’t like the ones that preceded my 16th or 20th. This one, coming before my 27th, hit more like, “Oh.” How boring a number it is, 27. Initially, I attempted to find reasons it was special. Things like: 27 is the official start to my late twenties The last time my birthday was on a Friday, it was my 21st I was like a sports reporter with interesting statistics that predict nothing. I eventually…

How to Make the Most of Your Time, Most of The Time

“5 weeks? Where are you going to go?” “5 weeks? Oh yeah, definitely travel.” “5 weeks? Aren’t you going anywhere?” I recently left my product management role at a tech startup. When I started two years ago, the need for my role was desperate, and I was asked to join almost immediately after receiving the offer. I was excited to do so and what followed was a non-stop, twenty-one month sprint (Figuratively. Literally our sprints were each two weeks.). While I learned and grew immeasurably, I knew that when I finally did part ways…

How Little Things Create Big Change

Three years ago, I was assigned to mentor a remarkable individual. She was entering the leadership program I had recently completed. Our conversations started as obligatory 1:1s during which we covered a list of topics (and I grappled with the self-inflicted pressure of providing life-changing advice). Somewhere along the way, these meetings changed. They no longer materialized from recurring calendar invitations but instead from a genuine desire for one another’s company. Our relationship transformed from one of professional commitment to one of mutual mentorship. Of friendship. Though the change in our relationship…

“A sad soul can kill you quicker than a germ.” -John Steinbeck

I didn’t consciously think about exercising until I was twenty-two. It’s not because I have really good metabolism, because I don’t. My life was just inherently active before that. I swam; I played soccer; I danced. But one month after starting my post-college desk job, I was already panicking about my stationary lifestyle. You could say that it was my delayed teenage-girl freak-out. On my first visit to the gym, I hopped on a cardio machine and tried to decide between all the buttons. I finally pressed “Quickstart” and went…

“Time is Galleons, little brother.” – J.K. Rowling

A few weeks ago, I attended my younger brother’s college graduation. As I watched him glide through the aisle of Old Campus cloaked in his cap and gown, I was swept over by the disbelief that comes with a mark of time passed: “Wow, is he done with college already? It feels like he just left!” While only somewhat unsettling in itself, the disbelief resulted in a more troublesome, existential worry for me: This means it’s been 3 years since I’ve graduated college. Where does the time go? The final…