piece of P E A C E

I was seven when I first decided that I wanted to be the President of the United States. I cried endlessly when I lost the elections for student council in 8th grade to Thomas Lee and Eric Park. I was proudly captain of the women’s varsity golf team in high school. And as I embarked on my college journey, I chose two majors that – I felt – gave me the greatest opportunity to affect the largest population in the most direct, impactful way: policy and politics.

My entire life I’ve sought control: control over others, over situations, and over my own life and endeavors.

But before you think I’m a complete pathological freakkkkk, let me just say: everyone seeks power. The entire world revolves around it. That’s why we have hatred, war, discrimination and every other ill behavior in this world. That’s why siblings (although we love them endlessly) frustrate us so much – because we can’t control them. That’s why we hate being yelled at – because someone else is attempting authority over us. That’s why college is such a norm: to get a good education, which (supposedly) leads to a great job, which creates personal revenue, allowing us utility (clearly acing Econ) and ultimately, giving us power.

And although we’ll never be able to control the many diverse and complicated situations that cloud our tangled world, we can control one thing: the way we react. We can control the ways in which these situations affect us. And isn’t that enough? Isn’t it enough to know that no matter what, you control how you feel? Sure you’ll have external influences on your feelings, emotions and opinions, but ultimately, you’re the one deciding if you’re smiling or frowning, breeding love or hostility, acceptance or exclusivity.

How empowering?

With the heartbreaking cluster of recent attacks across the globe, it’s easy to feel both helpless and powerless. And although you may not physically or monetarily be able to give to the people of Somalia, Lebanon, Iraq, or France – among many other suffering nations and peoples – you have power over your response to these acts, and whether that response is one of ignorance or of unwavering support and acceptance – despite differences. There will always be people in opposition to your freedom, happiness and dreams, but you can’t let them stop you. You’ve got too much to give, much love to share, and an illuminated soul that the world desperately needs. You’re a small, yet vital piece of humanity. So, be a piece that takes a stand. Be a piece that fights for peace. Be a piece of peace.


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spread peace, give love, be hope.


Keep doing you, conscious of how imperative you are to the (sometimes hidden) beauty of this world.

-Megan

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only that that ever has.”

Margaret Mead

catch me if you can

I went to a bar on Saturday night. And I had a glass of wine. (Who am I?) And I was surrounded by a (far too large) crowd of people who were (presumably) looking for that ‘special someone’ as they sipped their skinny martinis and downed their craft IPAs. Needless to say, I didn’t stay long, but hey – I went. #college. Am I doing this right?

And if I had a dime for every face I saw painted with possibility, as if to say, ‘Are you the one?’ I would literally be out of college tuition debt.

Everywhere I turn, people are intensely searching for their perfect significant other. And more often than not, this never-ending search ends in heartbreak, heartache and a collection of miserable mistakes (those 2am calls never end well, trust me). So, if actively looking for ‘the one’ doesn’t work, then why do we try so hard?

Why don’t we S T O P?


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take a moment, close your eyes, and remember just how much value lies within your small, yet mighty soul

We’re so busy fishing for ‘the one’ that we forget that we’re the catch. We have to stop looking and start being – being the one that someone’s looking for. We forget how valuable we are; we forget that whomever it is that we’re looking for, they have to deserve us, and they have to work damn hard to prove that they do. And in your case? That means they better be pretty darn great, because you absolutely are.

We need to treat ourselves as if we’re the ones being sought after, not the ones seeking. We need to love ourselves the way that we hope someone will someday love us. And we need to be happy and proud of who we are, far before we can bring that happiness and confidence to a relationship.

There’s such an unnecessary stigma that’s associated with being single. You’re alone, you’re the odd (wo)man out, and you’re (always) the ultimate third wheel (or 5th if you’re really lucky). But this is the time of our lives when we can go anywhere, do anything – no strings attached. Why are we constantly shying away from this incredibly liberating opportunity instead of embracing it and making the most of it? There will never be a time quite like now, and there will never be opportunities quite like the ones you currently have within your reach.

So every time you wish that you could find someone to hold tight, try to shift your mindset. Hope that someone finds you and holds you tight – because you’re the most valuable piece of love and grace that anyone could be blessed with. And you have better things to do than waste your time looking for people who probably don’t deserve you. So grab your girls (or boys), have a drink (or two) (or three), and continue to live fiercely and love endlessly. Someday, that perfect prince(ss) will hook you – I promise. But until then, just keep swimming.

Cheers to you, the biggest fish in the sea.

-Megan

F A L L

It’s finally boot season in Los Angeles – well, at least for me. I had the pleasure of falling down the stairs last weekend in a public building. The worst part? No one was there to see it. And if you’re going to take a huge spill (quite literally, as I was carrying a cup of coffee) in a public place, at the very least you hope that someone gets a good laugh out of it, right? Instead, I had a huge cry, a slight panic attack and a quick realization that my ankle (not to mention my dignity) was not okay.

So, here I sit, writing this lovely message to you with one foot just chillin’ and the other strangled by my highly fashionable and incredibly sexy boot (pictured below). Jealous? Thought so.


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my natural habitat with my (un)natural boot

note: still no brablems


And as horrifying and debilitating as it’s been to have this ball and chain 24/7, it has forced me to slow down. I’m constantly trying to cross one more to-do off of my (never ending and seemingly impossible) life list, but with this new accessory, I can’t. I have to take things slow(er), and I would be foolish to not seize the opportunity to take a moment, look around, and notice the incredible things that surround me.

I’m not one to turn down the intensity (read: Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop), and I don’t think I have. This week I’ve simply shifted my stresses to school and work. Example: I wrote a 6 page paper in 3 hours yesterday morning with 6 minutes to spare. Call me crazy, because I absolutely am.

And as if falling down the stairs wasn’t enough, the form for my MRI yesterday asked the question: Have you fallen recently? Obviously had to check the “YES” box. Totally awesome and not the least bit mortifying. Because who doesn’t want to repeatedly relive their clumsiness?

I’ve got a few blog posts lining themselves up this week, and I’m excited to share them with all of you over the next few days! Be careful while walking down the stairs carrying coffee; it is Friday the 13th.

Keep doing you, kiddo.

-Megan