March On

Happy March! How it’s the 3rd month of 2016 already, I have no idea. A check in with my 2016 resolutions: what were they again? Exactly. You could say I’m straying. We’re pretty dang far into the New Year, and yet we’re only just getting started.

So let’s circle back: How are we doing? How are things going for you, and how is 2016 taking shape? And with that – are you happy with how they’re looking?

If yes: Stop reading. You’re a god(dess) and you’re awesome and probably also not real.

If no: You’re just like me – and everyone else. Take a deep breath, and continue scrolling.

Let’s make sure we’re doing our best to kick our own a$$es and to stay on track with what we’re doing, who we’re becoming, and who we want to become. Your energy is valuable, so use it wisely; be mindful of where you invest yourself and make sure it aligns with who you want to be, and what you’re set on accomplishing. It’s not always easy, but it’s something that’s worth the constant work. It’s investing in your purpose.

I did a little self-reflection today, and I realized that a lot has changed in the last few months. I’ve finally gotten the hang of this whole “being single” thing (yes, there’s hope), I’ve gotten (slightly) better at this work/school/creativity/life balancing act, and I’ve just now figured out how to style my (3-month-old) chop. Head-turning progress? Debatable. But it’s (some form of) forward movement, so I’ll take it.

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Recap of my resolutions for this year:

  1. Sweat once a day (We’re currently at about 4-5 days a week – not half bad)
  2. Write at least 15 minutes a day (With 2 writing classes, a blog, and a job that I was hired for specifically because I write, I’m definitely hitting that quota. Next goal: 15 minutes of fulfilling writing a day. Here’s to hoping… and trying)
  3. Start each day with a compliment to myself (Current progress: LOL. Can I start tomorrow?)

So I’m like 3/10th of the way towards my goals, with some serious time (a lifetime) to continue working. But I can’t expect myself or my life to change overnight. I need work for it, I have to keep trying, and I’ve got to march on. So that’s exactly what I’m doing.

Left, left, left, right, left…

Keep working on your resolutions and marching towards those goals; you can do it.

To onward and upward things, friends.



What the Funk?

Your batting average in your rec league has dropped to a whopping .000, no one’s boughten you a drink in weeks (one week, fine, but three weeks in a row?! what’s happening…), and you simply just don’t feel like getting out of bed and hitting that hustle (me this morning… and yesterday). Everything feels weird, and you don’t like it. I get it. Trust me. I’m in a funk. And it’s a huge one.

Like so huge – so huge that I stayed on the couch watching Netflix all day yesterday, ate an entire stack of my aunt’s sugar cookies, and had 2 hotdogs for dinner. I’m sorry, what? I know. That’s what I said when I woke up this morning thinking about yesterday’s festivities. And so, it’s definite: I’m funked up.

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Can’t let a little funked-up hair ruin a sunny, LA day

But, now what?

Well, we’ve got a few options. I can tell you to shake it off and to keep pushing until you’re out of it. Or that you should do something drastically positive to pull yourself through this lull. I can also tell you that you’re stronger than your challenges and that you’re always going to persevere and be successful. I mean, you are, but that’s nothing you haven’t heard before, so that’s not really helpful, is it? At least not for me. Because funks are weird, and they make you 99.97 % immune to positivity and optimism. So here’s what I needed to hear this morning, and what has helped me through today.

[Note: today. Day by day, step by step]

You’re strong and disciplined. So, even if it feels like there’s a hiccup right now, trust in yourself that things will work out. Because they will.

And while that’s (currently) working for me, that doesn’t mean it’s a cure-all. So let’s get real with some nitty gritty help:

Time is Your Friend

We don’t usually like time. It goes too fast when we’re on vacation (spring break come sooner) or when we’re having endless amounts of fun (#college); yet it passes too slowly when we’re sitting through a boring, this-is-a-requirement-to-graduate type of class (me currently) or bearing through an awkward moment – the one’s where you’re trying to shove your entire foot (ankle included) into your mouth. Time can also be too long, when you’re missing someone important (hey, you), and then too short when it takes someone important too soon (miss you, too much). But despite our bad times with time (pun intended), it’s not always the enemy. Make peace with time and let it work for you. Your slump will be old news sooner than you can identify why you’re actually in it, but you’ve got to let it happen. Let time pass, and just be nice to it. You’ll (eventually) want it to be nice to you (and your aging skin) – trust me. You mean, I won’t be 21 (and wrinkle-free) forever?

Treat Yo-self

Grab your favorite snack, and let (your pants) loose. Despite the pressure we feel to always be on the grind, it’s ok give yourself a little extra comfort when you’re in a lull. I’m constantly struggling with food and my relationship with it; every day is a battle to see who has more power. But when I’m lagging, nothing says “I love me” like a GUILT FREE bowl of Think ‘n Creamy Mac ‘n Cheese and a box of thin mints. Indigestion and those never-to-be-counted (silly) things called calories? Those are problems for future you, but the enjoyment? That’s a pick-me-up for current you. So indulge every once and a while. You deserve it. Go, go, go! The ice cream’s calling…

Let Yourself Sulk

It’s ok to sink. It’s ok to realize you’ve hit a low and that you’re at a point that makes you uncomfortable. Being in a funk isn’t fun. It’s a weird, uncomfortable place that we often don’t know how to navigate. Which makes it totally scary. And did I mention uncomfortable? Because it’s funking uncomfortable. But sometimes it’s ok to be at (what is seemingly) rock bottom and to just sit – to realize that you’re at a low point, and to just be there, without denial, self-judgement or hate. And to realize that wherever you may be, it’s ok – that you’re ok.

Trust It

Trust is the most important thing in a relationship: true or false? Well I don’t know, considering I’m not in one, BUT, I’m confident in saying that it’s pretty funking important. It’s important not only with your S/O, but also with your funk (definitely significant, but not a S/O). So, let your funk be. Let it marinate and let it manifest (to a point). Trust that just as you’ve succeeded thus far in life, you’ll succeed in crawling out of this funk and reclaiming your life’s normalcy. I have faith. I mean, it’s Lent and all, so now’s the time.

Get Ready to Climb

I’m usually all about turning up. But at 6:12am (12 minutes into spin class), the last thing I want to hear is “give me a turn up” let alone three turns up. But I’m already awake, my shoes are clipped in, and I’ve been sweating for the past 11 and 1/2 minutes. So why the funk not? Being at a low is ok (and so is coasting those first 10 minutes of spin class), but when we’re aware that we’re off-balance, we’ve got to get ready for the uphill. Enjoy your sulk sesh, but know that you’re about to soar. Brace yourself, prepare for what’s to come, and get ready to climb. Because baby, you’re going places.

I know funks are rough, but they serve as unwanted (yet needed) reminders that our lives are full of goodness and love. If it didn’t get tough every once and a while, it’d be harder to appreciate the better moments. Or so I tell myself.

Keep doing you, pushing through, and funking it up.

Cheers to my midterm in an hour (ugh).


Executing Those To Dos

It’s the start of yet another week, and here I am in my pajamas (at 2pm), unprepared, daunted by the coming week, and completely overwhelmed by the (endless) number of things on my To Do List. Between getting papers written, reading dozens of Supreme Court cases (ew), working 20 hours a week and finding some time to simply be (and workout), it’s hard to find ways to help get it all done. There’s no way to completely be ready for what’s ahead – especially that shrieking 5am alarm – but here are a few simple tips that help me to create some calm, to organize and refocus myself, and to start tackling (and owning) my life.

Map It Out

There’s no better way to tackle your To Do List than to actually make one. Sit down, figure out exactly what you’ve got going, and write it down. No fluff, no BS, just straight up: here’s what needs to be done. It may be 3 huge (untouched) projects or a mile-long list of mini tasks. But whatever it may be, write it down. There are few things more surreal than seeing your life in writing, laying in front of you. And if you’re Type A like me and love (and live in) boxes, put little boxes next to each item so you check them off as you go. There’s something so gratifying (and empowering) about completing your goals, so set yourself up to be able to do just that.

Share Your Plans

Accountability, accountability, accountability. There’s nothing quite like a little (healthy) pressure. If you tell others of your plans, you’re more likely to execute them. Why? Because we’re all afraid of being judged. And as much I seriously cringe at the idea of succumbing to peer pressure, it can (under strict circumstances) be good for us. Share your schedule and your (newly made + beautiful) To Do List with someone who will hold you accountable and force you to work towards accomplishing all that you’ve got going on. Whether that’s your mom (hi, Mom), bestie, or significant other, make sure you’re spreading the word and letting others put some pressure on you to get your work done well and in a timely manner.

Create (+ Earn) Incentives

We all need a little motivation, right? And since I can’t always be there telling you how beautiful and capable you are (although, I wish I could), you need to find a way to propel yourself forward. Create incentives for yourself. Tell yourself that you can buy those new sunnies only if you finish that big project, or that you can grab a drink with friends when the laundry is done, you’ve sent out those job applications and you’ve gotten that sweat sesh in. That way when you finish your To Dos, you’re rewarded with not only checking off the boxes on your list (so fun), but with things that you’ve earned. It’s more gratifying when you deserve your rewards – plus you get your (dreaded) tasks done in the process. We call that a win-win. And a good, fashionable night out.

Believe in Yourself

The biggest key to getting all your *ish* accomplished is: have some faith. Up until now, you’ve figured it out, gotten it done, and made it out (mostly) alive. This time is no different. Take a deep breath and remember that you are your most powerful tool. You may not be able to accomplish everything all at once, but start with steps. Life’s a journey, and so is your To Do List. You’re in charge of your life, so act like it. Chin up, head down, and know that you’re destined to do incredible things. I believe in you – now it’s your turn.

Make your list, share your needs, reward yourself (within reason) along the way, and know that you can do it. Because guess what? You absolutely can. Drop me a line if you need to walk off a ledge. Always here to help.

Keep doing you, beauty.


Pictured below: Executing my To Dos (with conviction)

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To the man who made Me

Happy 56th Birthday, Dad. Thank you for being the best guy I know and for giving me a life that I will forever be grateful for. In honor of 56, here are just a few (56) reasons why I will always cheers to you.

  1. You (literally) created me
  2. You changed my diapers (ew)
  3. You always let me play airplane atop your feet
  4. You taught me how to ride a bike
  5. You bought me my first softball glove
  6. You taught me to stand up for myself
  7. And for my sister
  8. You slicked my hair straight back and braided my ponytail #Mr.Mom
  9. You always let me pick mayonnaise or mustard (even though we knew the answer)
  10. You made Mrs. Jio (two) wooden dinosaurs, which made me cool
  11. You “helped” to build my 4th grade gold mining cradle (gold painted rocks included)
  12. And heavily assisted with my 8th grade science project on surface tension
  13. You always helped with my math homework (life rule: anything can be solved with a proportion)
  14. You forced me wear a helmet skiing (and iceskating)
  15. You coached my softball teams
  16. But never played favorites
  17. You came to every golf match
  18. And bought me even nicer clubs than you have
  19. You paid for every sports lesson or training session I ever needed (aka, tons)
  20. You invested in me
  21. And endlessly support me
  22. You bought Lauren and me the coolest safest first car
  23. You built our house
  24. And (with mom) made it a home
  25. You made me swim in the ocean
  26. And get (way too) close to that six foot shark
  27. You gave me blue eyes
  28. And gray hair (genetically and due to stress)
  29. You comfort me
  30. And let me cry (within reason)
  31. You’re our hero at home
  32. And at work
  33. You love my mother, unconditionally
  34. You push me to better love my sister
  35. You’ve taught me to love myself
  36. And that I’m beautiful
  37. You’ve given me (unreasonably) high standards for men
  38. And for myself
  39. You’ve taught me to say no
  40. But to never take no for an answer
  41. You’ve given me every opportunity possible
  42. You’ve paid for my (overpriced) education
  43. And taught me to work hard and value that education
  44. You didn’t hate me when I pierced my nose
  45. Or when I got a tattoo (happy birthday?)
  46. You challenge me to be a better human being
  47. To love like you love and worry a little less
  48. You let me convince you to run a 1/2 marathon (0r two)
  49. And then pushed me to finish it when I didn’t think I could
  50. You’re 100% badass #FACT
  51. Your old blue truck is awesome (please, don’t sell it; this is my final plea)
  52. You’re handsome – and all my friends (unweirdly) think so, too
  53. And I love your bald spot, just hopeful that I don’t get one
  54. You inspire me beyond end
  55. You’re my best friend
  56. Home is wherever you are

I love you, Dad. Happy Birthday.


P.S. No, I’m not tatted. You did raise me, remember?

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Miss Takes

We’re so afraid to make mistakes. To do the ‘wrong’ thing. To come to a fork in the road and pick the wrong path. Because the path less traveled is definitely more unique, heroic and mysteriously unchartered – not to mention tirelessly (and misleadingly) advertised by Mr. Frost. But the path more traveled? That’s tried and true; we know it works because so many have gone down the road before us and have been just fine. So many have taken the beaten path, the generic route, and their lives have turned out totally ok (or so it seems).

The paths we choose don’t define us, they guide us. We define what those paths entail and whether they’re full of hard work or laziness, passion or passiveness, happiness or hopelessness. The path is a general direction, but what’s ahead on that path? That’s for us to create, to innovate and to nurture. The path we choose does indeed say something about who we are, but the journeys we create on our paths tell so much more; our journeys are what define us and give every path the chance to be the right path.

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me stressing over ‘big’ life decisions, which (ironically) aren’t black and white

We don’t always have to choose the path less traveled. We don’t always have to do everything differently, just for the sake of making a famed name for ourselves. We don’t have to be unique to be successful, but we do need to be successfully unique. Our path doesn’t matter, but who we are on that path is so critical to who we want to be and to who we’re becoming. And it’s important that we make that person a good one – one with true intentions and an incredible ability to love.

I can’t say that there are no such things as mistakes, because there are (read: pubic library). But making a mistake in the path you choose, or in the million and one “important and life altering decisions” that you make when you’re a 20-something, those are the ‘mistakes’ that are harder to justify, because those are the ones that help to make you who you are. Those decisions place you on a path, and they test your ability to adapt and perform; they give you a chance to create your own unique happiness, regardless of what (un)populated path you choose.

Every choice you’ve made in your life has lead you to this moment. Every choice has helped create you into this beautiful, perfect, capable, loving human being, full of potential and promise. Every choice has lead you to this opportunity to be able to ask yourself, right now: who do you want to be? And every choice has lead you to your next choice: who will you be?

Mistakes are just a simple miss take on life and this magnificent journey.

Keep doing you and keep making those little life choices you call ‘mistakes.’  They’re pretty damn beautiful.



New Year, Same Me

I’m usually all about those new beginnings. I’m pro change, pro positivity and pro happiness. The New Year is always a perfect chance for me to break away from my ‘old self’ and to rebuild who I am and what I stand for.

But this year is different. This year I don’t want to be someone else; I want to be me. I want to be the same me I’ve always been, I just want to love her more. I want to appreciate myself more than ever before, and I want to better honor myself and recognize my value. This New Year is a chance for me to change, but not to change myself; it’s a chance for me to change the way that I view and think about myself – a chance to embrace myself for all that I am and all that I’m capable of. I don’t need to change who I am, I just need to change my perception of who I am.

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Last year I made promises of being more flexible, eating healthier and doing ‘my own thing’ more often. Some of those fell through (as many do), but I’ve also seen improvements in others. And that’s all I can ask for: improvements. I’m not perfect, I never will be, and I need to realize that progress is the mark of change. Change doesn’t always happen in a year, let alone over night (wishful thinking). But signs of change make themselves visible all the time, we just have to be more attentive to recognize them.

This year, I’m making one promise: to love myself. And my resolutions this year are simply steps to help me do just that.

  1. Sweat once a day. Whether I’m going for a (fast-paced) late night stroll or an early morning power workout, I need to get my blood flowing to release some endorphins. I’ll feel better if I do, and that’s what matters. It’s not for the body, it’s for the mind.
  2. Write for at least 15 minutes a day. Even if it’s just a couple of sentences about how I just don’t feel like writing (which will happen), I need to get my thoughts on paper (or screen). Writing heals me; it makes me feel better, it helps me to (healthfully) deal with stress, and bottom line, it makes me happy. Your benefit: you’ll be hearing from me a little more, too. The more time I take to write, the more I find to write about. (Hint: You might want to carve out some [insert title here] reading time into your New Year plans. Saddle up for some 2016 good reads.)
  3. Start every day off right. Ambiguous, right? But think about the best way to start a day: with happiness (and coffee). For 365 days, I’m going (to try) to wake up every morning, look in the mirror and give myself a compliment. It can be how proud I am that I finished that overbearing reading assignment last night, or simply how valuable I am, just the way I am. I need to not be so hard on myself and to be happy with the capable woman I am becoming. And what better way than looking myself straight in the eyes and reminding myself of my immense worth? Others won’t always do it, so I will. Awkward? Maybe. But I’m sure I’ll eventually move past that, even if it is next December. (Improvements, remember?)

Twenty sixteen is going to be the year of Me(gan). I’m hoping to seize every opportunity just as it comes, and to dive into 2017 a better, smarter and more loving human than I am today. Cheers to a fabulous, blessed, and confident 2016. Kick ass, take names, remember your roots, and remind yourself that no matter what, you’re beautiful and you’re worth it – always.

Keep doing you, the same you you’ve always been. I’m always here to support you on your journey towards a healthier, happier and more lovable life. Drop me a line about your resolutions and what 2016 has in store for you and yours; I always love hearing from you. Thanks for your continued support on my journey. You keep me pushing.

With love and hugs on the 1st day of the best year yet,

(The Same) Megan


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.


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.


DAY 7: The Beginning of the End

After a much needed (and appreciated) week in Hawaii, I loaded up my little Honda and embarked on my journey down to LA to start my fourth and final year of college…

I have absolutely no idea how these years have flown by so quickly, and how – inevitably – I’ve grown this much older; but despite the fast-changing world around me, I’m thankful for my ability to absorb – to look around and take mental snapshots of my surroundings and to realize that my world today is far different from what it was yesterday, and it will be nothing like my world tomorrow. The amount of opportunity and potential that my life holds is incredibly humbling (and scary).

And although change is scary, it isn’t bad – it’s necessary. And as my girl Sarah (one of my dearest friends and mentors) would say:

The only constant is change. Yes, in life the sun will set again and again, bringing relationships, dreams, and chapters to a close. But it will also continue to rise each and every morning, awakening new beginnings, new journeys, and new possibilities that we cannot yet perceive. Do not fear the night sky, for it is always followed by the sun.


And as the sun (eventually) sets on my time in college, I’m doing my best to embrace every moment. These (soon to be) four years have been the hardest, most joy-filled and downright weirdest years of my life. And thank goodness, because I wouldn’t have wanted them any other way. Because #college.

I’ve been in LA for 2 weeks now, and although I’m already hard at work and going about 1000 miles a minute, I still miss my family. No matter how old this girl gets, saying goodbye never gets easier. Especially after you’ve been downing mai tais together for a week straight with little zero responsibilities.

Starting this fourth and final school year is the beginning of the end of my college career; but really, it’s just the end of the beginning – the beginning of life. In 8 months I’ll be a freshman again – a freshman of life – and I’ll have the whole world just sitting at my fingertips. This summer has shown me so much opportunity and has given me such perspective on life, love, relationships, the working world, and what it means to commit myself to myself. Because at the end of the day, when the sun sets, I have to close my eyes knowing that I did my best to be my best – that I’m someone I’m proud of.

As I mentioned in my DAY 1 post, my goal for this year (and for life, really), is to focus on being happy. So I’m waking up everyday with a smile on my face (despite that 5:30am alarm), and trying my darndest to exude positivity and to catalyze the spreading of good vibes. That’s my goal for this year (and life), and I hope you’re inspired along the way. Because you inspire me. Everyday.

Keep doing your thang, ladies and gents – I’m so proud of you.


DAY 2: Chardonnay + Bae

I love my sister. A lot. And this summer, I learned to love her a whole lot more. We’re very different, and as with most differences in this world (i.e. any war), we often argue about our lack of similarity instead of embracing the diversity we bring to the relationship. But this summer we put in a little extra effort into making our relationship a little bit better – and it worked.

The hardest part about a relationship is finding the time for it. Whether it’s with your parents, siblings, friends, or a (gorgeous) lover, a relationship is effort. The great ones seem effortless, but that doesn’t mean they are. You’re dedicating time, emotions and usually a whole lot of $$$ (boys, you hear me). The most disheartening part about not getting along with my sister, though, isn’t that we fight, but that I usually just don’t try hard enough to make it work. How can we get closer when I don’t intentionally make time for our relationship? Hint: we can’t.

Day2_4But with me being 21 now (we’re back to that fresh start, again), my sister having an awesome new boyfriend (Hi, Eddie), and both of us just the slightest bit more mature, this summer was a step in the right direction. We did more things together than we ever have, we (randomly) gifted sweet surprise to each other (you’re welcome for this blog post, Lauren), and – best of all – we enjoyed each other’s company. Now, that’s not to say we didn’t have screaming matches where we fought to the death (we death-inately did), but they were far less painful and caused much less damage. Our fights are caused by flaws in our reactions, not our relationship.

Featured right: A quick pic because she’s #bae

So when Lauren asked if I wanted to do a wine and paint night with her, I thought to myself: I love wine, I hate painting, and I love my sister. Two out of three isn’t bad (at least that’s what I tell myself when I reel in that 67% on pop quizzes), so I decided to go for it. Besides, what makes two twenty-something girls a little more agreeable and a lot more loving and understanding?


Definitely, wine.

So we wined and dined ourselves (mostly just wined) at a cute wine bar in Downtown Campbell, and we spent some quality time together. Throw in a little paint, a little more wine and some fabulous conversation, and that makes for about as good of a Monday evening as any. Definitely beats watching the Bachelorette… live. I can’t stand the stress of the excessively long commercial breaks.

I had heard of wine and painting classes via pretty much every cool boho person I know, and I’d been wanting to try it in my (nonexistent) spare time. I’m atrociously awful at art (of any variety) and had hopes that the fluidity of the wine would translate to the fluidity of my paintbrush. And if the art itself didn’t get better, then maybe at least my vision would worsen and I would think it looked better? One can only hope…


My (attempted) painting on the left; Lauren’s lovely creation on the right

The wine must have helped to some capacity because the painting isn’t (half) bad, and it’s currently hanging on my freshly painted walls in my room. The walls have slightly more finesse than my canvas, but hey, that sloppiness is #art. Picasso didn’t get famous by painting inside the lines, now did he?

Keep doing you and keep wining, staying outside the lines and appreciating those around you.

But mostly wining.


DAY 1: Taking on the BIG Two One

I’m all about a fresh start. From New Year’s Day to getting up in the morning (after 9am), I love new beginnings. They’re chances to improve who you are and to redefine the pieces of you that have taken up full-time residency in the “needs improvement” column – right next to “applying liquid eyeliner” and “learning how to flirt without being terrifyingly awkward”. Birthdays for me are just the same: a chance to start fresh, to rid my life of unwanted negativity and to continue to move towards being my best self. Every birthday I challenge myself to not only be better, but to make the next year the best one yet. And regardless of the last year’s turn out, I still kindle my flame of optimism hoping that the best is always yet to come.

So as May rolled around, summer got a sweet start when I (finallyyyyy) turned 21! And as I looked at my life and took note of its impurities, I knew exactly what my goal would be for my 21st year: happiness.


Pictured: Happy Megan with a drink in hand as Steph keeps an eye out for me (per usual)

Thus far, twenty-one has been totally fab. And although being of age is quite less eventful than I had dreamed it to be as a tweenager (definition: the awkward, premature years when I proudly sported Limited Too and a mouth full of braces), I’m in love with my life – alcohol or not (although sometimes preferred). Highlights of my “21st year” to date being: celebrating my actual birthday with the best creatures around, spending some quality (and much needed) time with the family this summer, and buying a bottle (ok… bottles) of wine at Trader Joe’s. Sometimes it’s the little things…

I started my morning with a birthday hike overlooking Stanford with Steph, sent my dad off on a 2 week adventure to Ireland (obviously I didn’t go; still a sore subject), had dinner with my peeps at my favorite Greek restaurant downtown, and waddled over to a few local bars before heading home. Throw in a few cupcakes, a few too many strong drinks and some even stronger friendships, and that was the make-up of my golden birthday. Sound like a low-key 21st? Well, it was, and it was absolutely perfect.


I didn’t do a Vegas run or an all-inclusive to Puerto Vallarta, and I didn’t want to.

  1. I’m in college, therefore, I’m broke. (Mom, you’re welcome)
  2. It wasn’t about the location, it was about the people.

And considering I don’t (yet) have the means to fly my entire dinner party across the border (#someday), being home made for a great place to celebrate. Our family trip to Hawaii this summer (more to come later this week) made for a great birthday trip, anyway. I mean, I can’t live too luxuriously as a twenty something or I’ll never want to work for anything. I think that’s how it goes, right?

A few thoughts on birthdays (and yes, getting older):

You can’t value life by the things you have or the number of years you’ve been alive; it’s about what you’ve done with those years, who you’ve spent them with and who you’ve become along the way. We’re given decades of life (if we’re lucky) because life isn’t easy – and it’s not supposed to be. It’s hard to get it right, and we need all the time we can get to even try to come close. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in these last 21 years, it’s that (most) humans totally rock. And our relationships with people (especially siblings) are far more fulfilling than any other substitute.


Because we can’t take a normal photo

I wanted to spend the BIG Two One with my parents (I know I’m weird), my sister (she picks a mean Cab blend) and some really great friends. And I’m so glad I did, because it’s one of my favorite memories to date.

But the best is yet to come.

Keep doing you, even as those years creep up on you, and keep loving and enjoying other humans. Cheers (legally) to all you summer birthdays out there!