So the HOLIDAYS are upon us and my life is kicking into high gear!

I just celebrated my BIRTHDAY and I caught a mysterious DISEASE in less than 3 days. All true.

On Sunday after a seemingly normal weekend I woke up feeling awful and shaking uncontrollably. I was certain death was near and refused to leave my bed. This ailing pattern continued into Monday.

Okay, okay wait. I moved a little on Monday. But only to attend my pre-scheduled birthday party at 10pm. I made a brief guest appearance (danced, hugged, rah rah sis boom ba) and then crawled back to bed by midnight.

When I got up on Tuesday again the pain was unbearable. Finally with my mother in tow I headed to the emergency room. After several tests (cat scans, throat cultures, hopping on 1 foot) they discovered I have the flu along with other "issues".  I forgot to mention I blacked out in the shower as well. I'm scheduled to see a neurologist after Christmas. This unfortunate change of events also means I'm rescheduling my trip to Paris to ensure I don't die aboard. ALL THIS FROM SUNDAY TO TUESDAY.

Devastated? Of course.

Surprised? Not at all.

My life is typically completely random. And you never know what's coming for you...why wouldn't I start developing seizures in my twenties.

The good news is I'm still getting a new camera (YAY Christmas!!) and my family is ecstatic that  A.) I'm alive and B.) I'm remaining stateside and not frolicking with the French.

Plus, I already have NYE plans! I even met someone at the hospital. A doctor who finds weak sickly women attractive. (Attn: Don't judge me. I like meeting new people...and technically he saved my life.)

As long as I don't die I think 2011 will start off really amazing. Until then I'm resting, meditating and watching A LOT of Netflixs.  I will re-enter the blogosphere with a new life list and pretty pictures come January -- until then HAPPY HOLIDAYS !!!

Stay healthy and love each other,

Glo

I've gotten a few requests to actually document my self-studies via pics & video...After some pondering I figure why the heck not!

If you want to see my favorite yoga stance or witness me prance around in a tutu -   Well, la-de-da! - I'm honored.

Plus, I'm learning I like the encouragement from strangers.

It's settled. Pictures will arrive in 2011. Resolution MADE!

However, I have 1 small issue - I desperately need a new CAMERA. My current device is barely suited for toddler birthday parties. I want something fancy. I've deemed January's activity "learning photography with my fancy new camera" month.

So far friends (and Google) have recommended the following:

Nikon D90 Digital SLR Camera with Nikon AF-S DX 18-105mm lens

Canon EOS Rebel T2i Digital SLR Camera with Canon EF-S 18-55mm IS lens

Sony a (alpha) DSLR-A230L Digital SLR Camera with Sony DT 18-55mm lens

Olympus E-620 Digital SLR Camera with Olympus Zuiko Digital 14- ...

Pentax K-x Digital SLR Camera with PENTAX-DA L

Thoughts?

Recommendations?

Self-portrait requests?

Leave a comment below or post a message on facebook.

I appreciate your advice. 3 reasons:

A.) I have no idea what I'm doing.

B.) I want to share my WORLD with YOU!

and

C.)  I need something to shoot the Eiffel tower with. I can't run around Paris with a disposable camera...that would be tragic.

Thanks a Bunch,

Glo

In my quest to become more creative I'm constantly seeking out new role models and creative inspiration. I'm reading A LOT of Keri Smith. I love her childlike simplicity and the "Yes, you can" attitude about her work. It makes me want to scribble & play. I'm always running towards that feeling of lightheartedness.

When you're an adult everything suddenly seems so serious, life is HARD - filled with bills and routines that require high credit scores. And it's not that I advocate a lack of fiscal responsibility I just rather be fulfilled through art as well.  Smith offers great advice on how to pursue ANY PROFESSION successfully by honing in on your personal creativity and ignoring naysayers. I've read this piece a total of 84 times. I may read it everyday for the rest of my life. My favorite lessons are numbers are #6, #7, #13 and #15. It's not rocket science just a few basic principles that make me feel encouraged. Try it yourself:

Secrets of the Self Employed (or How to be an Amazing _____________ insert profession) by Keri Smith

1.Don’t worry about marks while you are in school. No one will ever ask you what school you went to or what your marks were when you leave it. (this pertains to the field of illustration).

2. You are always working for yourself, even when you work for others. Sometimes it feels like you are just the hired hand (and some clients can be really challenging to work with). But there is always some way to turn an illustration job into something exciting for you. Some ideas: experiment with a new technique (or a new color palette), use it as an opportunity to learn about a new topic, rebel against the job in tiny ways (do some roughs just for yourself in which you insert subversive material).

3. There are no actual rules for how to become a successful . Make your own path.

4. It will help you to create a social network of other self-employed people.

5. Move your body every day. There are many health reasons for this, but it also helps you to work on ideas subconsciously. Ideas and solutions will come in when you least expect them but (almost always after a minimum of one hour of walking). There are new studies that suggest increased oxygen to the brain is a greater source for creativity than “creative brain exercises”. I have found this to be true for myself.

6. Goof off on a regular basis.

7. If you want to work on your art, work on your life. All those personality traits that aren’t working for you will come back to haunt you in your career (i.e. assertiveness, fear of conflict, fear of confrontation.) It’s all connected.

8. What you think becomes your reality. I always had a belief that if I cleaned out my recycling bin in my studio I would get new work. And guess what, it always happened. If you think the industry is screwed and there is no work to be had, guess what you will find out there?

9. Focus on ideas instead of tools (technology). Anyone can learn to use the tools, but it is the thinkers who really impact the culture in important ways. In the end the tools don’t offer anything interesting.

10. Worrying about the competition does very little to help your career. I know it’s hard sometimes to ignore what other people are doing (we all think that others are doing better than us), but every one of us is on a different life path. We are all here to accomplish different things and even though it would seem like one person’s path is similar to yours, it is not.

11. Only work for free if you are passionate about the cause or receive something of value in return. (Be wary of people who offer your name in lights in lieu of money. Many people will tell you something is good promotion for you, often it is not and there are no guarantees when it comes to promotional value). If you are not getting something of a measurable value (i.e. printed pieces, or money) ask for something else, creative freedom. If they refuse then they may not be a good client to work for anyway.

12. Take some small risks on a regular basis. Some ideas: write some places/companies you would really like to work and let them know why you think they are great.

13. Don’t worry about whether or not you are good (good is subjective and most people are not great judges of their own work), just keep making work.

14. Ignore cool. Successful people do not try to be hip, they just do work that excites them.

15. Always come back to work that excites you. Even if you get off track for a while. Do personal work on a regular basis, show it to others. You can reinvent yourself at any time.

** Words borrowed from Keri Smith**

I love ballet. If I could attend every class in a tutu I would. Each movement makes you feel like a fairy. Light, whimsical and free.

I took ballet lessons for years in elementary & middle school. My classes came to a halt when Phillip Johnson & his hoodlum counterparts started watching my after-school sessions.

Immediately upon leaving class I was teased for my less than graceful stances. I was a very round ballerina.

In the 8th grade defeated by the teasing I stopped attending lessons. Suddenly, I was too old to prance around in a leotard. My mother obliged. (Soon after I left the Girl Scouts too. Youthful rebellion in it's early stages.)

Admittedly, I also had a small crush on Phillip. But if I could talk to the 12 year old me I would tell her to ignore the boys at the window and dance forever. The act would make her a more confident person.

Did I say ballet makes you feel feminine and graceful and just really beautiful. It's inner beauty in the form of dance.

So far I'm learning to:

Stand Still - When you lose your footing in ballet (or real life) it’s easy to return to your original position.  Be still and then start over.

Be Flexible - With consistency and repetition you can left your leg a little higher each time.

Love yourself - Whether you're standing on your toes or walking down the street - let your inner beauty captivate the attention of others. And most importantly stand up straight.

I can't wait for my next class,

Glo

Apparently the number of adults 24 – 35 living with their parents is causing shockwaves.

This does not surprise me or my 800 facebook friends living at home. Dinner is always cooked and rent is typically free.

I am part of that home-bound percentage. However my situation differs from most twentysomethings flocking back to their childhood bedrooms. I pay rent. Lots of it. And I take care of my mother. For the most part voluntarily.

To make a long story short my mother was ill and now she’s getting better.  To celebrate her recovery and my ability to turn obstacles into popsicles we decidedly make every outing an adventure. Her doctor appointments are rewarded with special visits to Starbucks and Target is like a magical oasis.

Most of our destinations are to the library or grocery store but that’s beside the point. We’re bonding. On our latest trip to Harris Teeter she turned to me and said, “You need someone to pamper you.” I agreed and continued pushing the shopping cart through the produce aisle.

Her statement surprised me. I was expecting a lecture on my behavior last Friday. I had stumbled in the house at 4am and *according to my mother* threw up on the ceiling. I had no recollection of the incident and refused to believe her.

“Where is the evidence?” I argued.

“I cleaned it” she replied.

“You can’t even reach the ceiling.”

We went back and forth the whole morning.  My brother repeatedly reminded me of the word BLACKOUT. Still I was unconvinced.

I was notorious for doing foolish things…but really THE CEILING. I was ready to blame liquor for certain things – losing my iphone or perhaps poor mating choices – but projectile vomiting was not one of them.

My mother continued her explanation of what I needed in life – you need someone who will make you laugh and take care of you when throw up on the ceiling. Someone kind of like me. You know, it’s like we’re married.

Now, I found this hilarious. So much so I dropped 13 clementines.  Right now, I never want to get married. My mother's comparison was ridiculous. Immediately, the following came to mind:

A.)   Visions of Little Edie Beal and Grey Gardens

B.)   My complicated theories on the institute of marriage.

C.)   It’s impossible to be married to your mother…I think?

D.)  Cats. Lots and lots of cats.

After I finished picking up the fruit I thanked my mom for her astute observation and asked if she had anything else to say:  Well, when the wine is in the wit is out.

Very true mother.

With that I pushed the cart into the wine section. There were several bottles on sale. We settled on a Merlot.

Over dinner we talked about my upcoming trip to Paris. “You should go...the wine and the men are better there.”

At this rate I may be inclined to take her with me. Who else would voluntarily clean up after me...even when I'm in denial.

Glo

It's near 1 AM and Ananda Leeke does not stop. Her PASSION has her UP -- right now she's on facebook, tweeting, writing books and doing yoga simultaneously. I can barely keep up! Her bio reads:

Yoga + Creativity + Internet Geek = Ananda Leeke. Leeke is a lawyer turned “Jill of many trades”: innerpreneur, author, artist, coach, and yoga teacher.

ALL THOSE TITLES ARE TRUE!!! I'm continually reading her blog for inspiration.

Honestly, she's superwoman. Somehow Ananda managed to record this awesome interview for IHM9to5: http://www.cinchcast.com/anandaleeke/135985

Tomorrow I'm joining the Digital Sisterhood (another awesome Ananda creation!) to chat about how women use social media to discuss fashion, beauty, hair, and lifestyles.

It's free and FUN!

Sunday, December 12, 2010 from 3:00 PM - 4:30 PM

Martin Luther King Jr Memorial Library
901 G Street, NW, MLK Room A-10 
Washington, DC

CLICK HERE: Ananda Leeke shares her vision with IHM9TO5

VISIT HER WEBSITE: http://www.anandaleeke.com/

p.s. You can hire Ananda too - DO IT!

• Creativity coaching
• Freelance blogging and writing (interviews, columns, and articles)
  
• Keynote speaking, group talks, and panel moderation/participation
• Reiki healing touch
• Workshops
• Yoga teaching

I'm just about done with Atlas Shrugged.

I hate to sound cliché but the book is life-changing.

It's my second time reading it...minus the self-righteous professor and looming philosophy exam. I'm most intrigued by her thoughts on altruism. According to Rand self-sacrificing behavior will only damage you and your ambitions.

To find your life's purpose you must live up to the highest vision of yourself no matter what circumstances you encounter...an exalted view of self-esteem is man's most admirable quality.

The Drink & Draw Club is a collective of artists - novice to professionals - that gather monthly to sketch whatever comes to their imaginations. Writers are also welcomed to join the creative circle. (We find words go well with pictures!) Each month we'll meet at a new bar to doodle. It's always FREE - the drinks cost $ tho' ;-)

SOVA
1359 H Street Northeast
Washington D.C.
(202) 397-3080

The theme is: Winter Wonderland

Candy canes and holiday crafts will be provided for inspiration!

Not to long ago I found myself at a lovely gathering hosted by my darling friend Jennifer. She's a master of all things - jewelry making, cross-fit training and vintage wearing...and don't get me started on her cooking skills. A-MAZING.

The theme of our buffet style medley was "the future". Think what you will. Needless to say the food was out of this world. (Okay, I couldn't resist that one!) Jennifer instructed us to switch chairs each time we helped ourselves to a new dish...with this dinner party version of musical chairs I found myself seated next to Juan Tejedor. After several glasses wine I learned he was a sculptor and he was preparing for a upcoming show at Flashpoint.

From our conversation it’s very apparent that great things await Mr. Tejedor…he was kind enough to share his perspective with me on IHM9to5.

What is your artistic pursuit?

I am a visual artist whose work references mapping, topography and the behavior of dynamic systems. I look to various natural and man-made systems and patterns of growth and decay to investigate the very nature of structure and organization. The work I make is varied, but generally takes the form of drawings, large-scale installation, or sculpture.

How did you start your endeavor? I’ve been involved in art since I was a kid. I went to schools with art programs, which opened me up to the diversity of ideas and methods that go into contemporary art making, beyond the traditional media like painting, drawing, and sculpture. Things like installation, performance, video art, conceptual art, and so on. When I discovered these kind of artists in high school, I felt a real connection to what they were doing and decided to pursue it as a career. I got a BFA from Washington University in Sculpture in 2006. I made a brief detour into Art History, but now I'm pretty much devoted to art making.

What inspires you?

I'm inspired by a lot of things, but I am really drawn to science, specially biology and physics, and in general learning about how different "things" in the world (like cities and networks) grow, function, and fall apart. I spend a lot of time looking at maps and reading articles in national geographic or the New York Times science section. Admittedly, I'm a geek. I'm also inspired by other art. I look to artists like Maya Lin, Sarah Sze, Sol Lewitt, and Thomas Hirschhorn.

What's your greatest challenge?

My greatest challenge is finding the time and energy to actually make the work. Coming up with ideas is not always so hard...the challenge is figuring out how to balance studio time with job time I'm not selling my work right now, so I need outside funds.

What's your greatest success?

I'm not sure what my greatest success would be, but I’m proud to have a show as part of Flashpoint's current season. It's been a real catalyst for making new work.

What advice would you offer aspiring artists?

Make work everyday. If you are going to commit yourself to art making, make it your top priority. Get a studio, and make make make work. Don't worry so much about what you do for money. Find something that's flexible and gives you time to do what you love. And buy the book ART/WORK.

Make sure you check out Juan's show at Flashpoint {Feb. 2011} and visit his website to learn more about his work: www.juantejedor.com

Juan Tejedor: Standing Atop the Ladder
February 18 – March 26, 2011
In his first solo exhibition in Washington, DC, Juan Tejedor will present a variety of media including sculpture and works on paper that reference mapping, topography and the behavior of dynamic systems. In Standing Atop the Ladder, Tejedor looks to various natural and man-made systems, including public transit routes, star systems, and bird migratory patterns, to investigate the very nature of structure and organization.

My bookshelf is growing day by day…I just picked up creative maven Keri Smith’s A-MAZING book "How to Be an Explorer of the World: Portable Art Life Museum". Every page tickles me. So much so I plan to do every SINGLE exploration. The book has 59 total -- everything from how to uncover a mystery to becoming Leonard Cohen.

I'm starting with "experiencing" collections…although this is a trait I already have. I collect catholic inspired jewelery, buttons, books and most recently rocks.

QUOTE FROM KERI: Collecting is an important part of the creative process. To be creative it is not necessary to be able to draw or paint. From the book: The root of the word "art" means "to fit together" or "to arrange", we can begin by playing with materials or objects, organizing them in a variety of ways, making new combinations, and then observing the arrangements we have made. Creativity arises from our ability to see things from many different angles.

According to Keri we are all EXPLORERS and our mission is to observe and document the world. We must take notes, collect things and notice patterns. And over time you will learn what you’re drawn to and what peaks your imagination...LIFE will become a constant scavenger hunt.

Follow Keri's FIELDWORK TIPS for your own journey -- whether you pick up her book or not you'll find them extremely useful:

• Never leave home without a notebook or pen

• When practicing "deep looking" or "deep listening" it is best to work alone.

• Respect the community in which your explore. This applies to aspects of nature, human or otherwise (and also includes property, public or private)

• If you find yourself being questioned as to the reasons for your activities, the phrase "I'm conducting research" usually satisfies the nosiest interloper.

• Expect the unexpected (and you will find it).

Visit Keri's blog for more creative tidbits...

Easy enough! NOW PROCEED WITH CURIOSITY,

Glo

Inspired by my upcoming trip to Paris, Natalie Portman's new movie "Black Swan", Kayne’s Runaway video and my inability to stand up straight I’ve registered for BALLET LESSONS for this month.  My first class is Wednesday!

Tomorrow is December 1, 2010 – which mean 21 days until my birthday.

Birthdays are one’s own special holiday. Unfortunately, I was born the same week as Jesus and we know who gets all the attention. In the past those who love me (read my parents & boyfriends) treat me to 2 separate gifts. Understandably no one else cares - the holiday season is hard enough on people.

After the 5th grade being ignored on the day of my birth became normal. And soon after I entered college the gift giving from my parents ended…unless you count the occasional  toaster oven or pair of wool socks. This year I’m officially single. No gifts or birthday dinners there. So to make my "born day " somewhat tolerable I’m treating myself to something very special.

A TRIP TO PARIS!

I figure since I’m on a quest to find my “sheltered artist” I should travel outside of the District of Columbia.

Visit the land where Hemingway penned his memoir A Moveable Feast. View the landscape that inspired Claude Monet . And dance madly where the band Phoenix calls home. I AM beyond excited.

I’ve watched Jean - Luc Godard’s film “A bout de Soufflé” (translation: At breath’s end) at least 45 times in the last month.

Plus, I’m learning to survive on nothing about cigarettes & coffee. I’m confident that Europe will welcome me with open arms because A.) I love being naked and B.)  I drink wine like apple juice.

I also hear that school is dirt cheap. I attend to explore my options and search Craigslist for sexy nanny gigs.

So I bid you farewell on December 29th my friends!  (Yes, I know the 29th is not on my birthday but close enough...and I'll celebrate the NEW YEAR in France. Wee Wee!) Now, I’m off to practice Rosetta Stone. So far I’ve learned how to say:

And my absolute favorite phrase: Vas-y mollo le tigre ". - Translation: "Easy tiger".

Paris here I comeeeeeeeee,

Glo

Originality is key for an artist. Some people have an innate quality to stand out in a crowd – whether it’s their beaming personality or spectacular talent.  I have the pleasure of befriending an astounding individual with both traits.

Introducing Opiyo Okeyo - emerging filmmaker and artistic entrepreneur.

Okeyo is a Howard University grad with a wealth of filmmaking experience. From Discovery Communications to his current brainchild Stellar Creative, a boutique design group specializing in storytelling & creative expression – he’s quickly building a flawless reputation for himself in the entertainment industry.

Like his name, Okeyo’s style is sharp and distinctive. Instantly viewers are struck by his undeniable gift - whether you’re watching his flourishing documentary Rest In Beats or enjoying his latest music video debut. He's humble too...quietly sharing stories about trips to The Cannes Film Festival or interviewing top names in the music industry like N.E.R.D's Pharrell Williams.

On regular basis I turn to him for advice…99% of the time he’s encouraging, supportive and thinks all things are possible. His optimistic attitude and fantastic work ethic is inspiring.

I’m thankful to call him my friend. Cue questions:

What is your artistic pursuit?

Video content creator.

How did you start your endeavor?

I think what I do now is rooted in a passion for writing, so its safe to say the endeavor began with my taking necessary steps to nourish an early passion for writing and storytelling.

What inspires you?

Aside from life and music, I find myself most inspired to be creative after chatting with my parents...which is probably befitting being that they are co-creators of me.

What's your greatest challenge?

Isn't it always securing funds.

What's your greatest success?

My greatest success has been the ability to maintain some of the most incredible personal and professional relationships. Character is so important to me and I'd like to think that says something about my character.

What advice would you offer aspiring artists?

Look for a mentor before you look for the money, chances are there is someone out there with tons of stories on pursuing similar interests as you. A single conversation with them may save you years of mistakes.

Learn more:

Stellar Creative: http://stellarcreative.tv/ -- http://vimeo.com/opiyo

Rest In Beats: http://restinbeats.com/

Join the Rest In Beats Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/RestInBeats

My life by all means is in order – yoga 3 times a week, meditation on a daily basis and a laundry list of activities in tow. I’m writing, reading and relatively happy. And for my November self-study I’ve engrossed myself in the language of love FRENCH. Overall, everything is quite dandy…

BUT despite all this well-intended order I’m desperate to be dazzled.  My unreasonable inner rebel wants to pop Xanax and do things that would cause 24-hour blackouts. (In the past I could be a tad self-destructive) I'm learning old habits die HARD.

Last week I embarrassed myself -- totally eager for something familiar I made a poor judgment (phone) call.  “Let’s have a drink” was my ridiculous suggestion at 1 a.m.

Surprisingly I won’t disclose what I said verbatim… yet I found myself romanticizing our “heated passion” via text message and forgetting his intolerable moodiness that I was previously accustom to.

I had no idea what to expect from our meet up– a compliment perhaps, pleasant conversation or simply drunken sex) Instead I was greeted with complete awkwardness and a failed attempt at hand holding. It’s Sunday the regret of our encounter is seeping in.

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Luckily, some mistakes can be corrected.

With that being said I’m placing an ad on Facebook for a new male best friend. (*Please note I said best friend, not booty call. )

As my male counterpart you would accompany me to bars, concerts and art museums. Sometimes we’d watch obscure movies on Netflix (I like indie films), listen to NPR or drink whiskey on cold nights – all these activities would be void of sexual innuendos and weak attempts of seduction. (I know what my lips look like…and frankly I prefer a more direct approach like “let’s wrestle naked”)

The point is I want male companion that isn’t my ex or someone trying to “date” me. Presently, my male BFFs are getting married or have girlfriends who don’t approve of text messages after 11pm.

Don’t get me wrong I LOVE MY GIRLFRIENDS. I would be helpless without them…however I need testosterone. A male voice that says “Stop texting and let’s watch football or The Godfather ”

I also need a man that will constantly remind that I was dumped (and quite frankly not very nicely.)

Girlfriends often encourage you to pick up the phone and call your former flames…or my favorite line “Do what you want” – which is the worst fucking advice ever. Because clearly everything you want is not always what you need.

Men on the other hand, will say “he’s an asshole” followed by “move the fuck on”. I need that lewdness instead of endearing female affections. The heart of me is tepid and stirs only with brutal honesty.

This call for male attention does not discriminate – gay, black, white, samoan – I don’t care. My only requirements are mild sanity and male genitalia. And unless I blatantly remove my clothing you cannot try to sleep with me. If you fit this description find me in the Twitterverse.

Best "Boy" Friends 4ever,

Glo

p.s. 2 more things...

1.) You should have a slight liking of alcohol (preferably bourbons).

2.) If you remotely enjoy Waka Flocka Flame our friendship will never flourish.

I’ve been best friends with today’s featured artist, Ida Woldmichael, since the 6^th grade.

I’m notorious for getting lost. My first day at Thomas Jefferson middle school was no exception. Ida (along w/ her sister Selma- my 2^nd bestie) found me standing at the wrong bus stop. They guided me in the right direction and the rest is history. We’ve shared dreams, secrets and clothes for the last decade. We even started a 90s TLC inspired dance trio called ‘Twin Plus’…but I digress. Here are a few facts about my super talented friend:

A.) Ida is a graduate of VA Tech (Go Hokies!) and received her MFA from the Maryland Institute College of Art, MICA.

B.) Before her degrees & amazing credentials she learned how to draw by tracing Garfield comics.

C.) When attending MICA she contributed to the book – D.I.Y. Design It Yourself edited by Ellen Lupton.

D.) Her work has also been featured at the Corcoran Gallery of Art and Wolf Trap Foundation of Performing Arts.

E.) Recently, she designed a poster for The Haiti Poster Project.

Overall, she has an amazing knack for creating beautiful organic color palettes & simple designs…this element unfolds in every aspect of her life – including her Harlem apartment. Currently, she lives and loves in New York City, working for a fancy design firm and freelancing.

I love her dearly – you will too!

What is your artistic pursuit?

Graphic design.

How did you start your endeavor?

By drawing as a kid, studying it in school and working in the field.

What inspires you?

Clever thinking.

What's your greatest challenge?

Executing something that's in your head or on a sketch and hoping it translates correctly.

What's your greatest success?

Read above.

What advice would you offer aspiring artists?

Follow your dream and be the best at it that you can be.

Artful Air Kisses,

Glo

p.s. If you'd like to hire Ida for design work click here!

I met my friend Jason Reynolds randomly two years ago. It was a Monday night at Busboys and Poets - the district’s version of a college student union but with better food & atmosphere.  I sat at a long wooden table crammed with people, laptops and endless coffee mugs. Everyone was staring at his or her computer screens intently…well everyone except for Jason. He was writing with pencil and paper.

Now, immediately this struck me as peculiar. The last time I touched a #2 pencil was when I completed the LSAT.

Why would anyone resort to such an ancient writing tool?

Curious about what he was jotting down and his Basquiat like hairstyle I said hello…our conversation unfolded he was a writer, hence his inclination to pencils and composition notebooks. We talked at length (and like most people good with words he was charming). After our initial meeting and the mandatory facebook "add" we became fast friends.

Plainly, Jason is a good dude and amazing poet.writer.artist. The University of MD graduate lives in NYC full-time and is 1 half of the fantastic duo Reynolds & Griffin.

Here are his words of advice to me (and you):

What is your artistic pursuit?

My artistic pursuit? Must there be only one? I'm a bit spastic when it comes to my artistic pursuits, only because I find that it's natural to want to dabble, and experiment with multiple arts, if you are a creative person. But naturally I'm more drawn, or better skilled at one. Or two. Well, one really, and two kind of.

I would just like to continue to write books. Lots and lots of books. I've written quite a few, some published, some not, and at this particular point in my journey, I've never wanted to write more. I've never been so sure that, being an author is what I want my profession (to continue) to be. There is something magical, something distinctly human, in storytelling. The way language can be used to shake and move the heavy things, and beautify the ugly things I find absolutely intoxicating.

But, I also want to make music. It's sort of a secret dream. I play instruments, and write songs, and sing when no one is around. Before the years out, I WILL perform somewhere. I have to. For me.

How did you start your endeavor?

I started when I was kid (that's what everybody says. "I been singing since I was born.") I was ten years old when I wrote my first poem. It was for my grandmother funeral. My mother printed it on the back of the funeral program. Lets just say, my first ten poems, were all at funerals. But I've always been a book worm. I got books for Christmas, and had to give book reports to my mother. I mean, I had to give her an oratorical performance, about the book. Hardcore. Before I knew it, I was in New York City sitting at some huge table, with a bunch of women talking about how Harper Collins is happy to have me. Life's a trip.

What inspires you?

As cliche as it is, life inspires me. I'm a pretty emotional guy, so most of what I create comes from inside. Most things are autobiographical. But I also find it pretty cool to let the mind roam and see what kind of cool story I can make by twisting some of my innards into more interesting plots. Even in my poems, I try not to make them so human, so regular, that they come across as mundane. Instead I try to walk the line between sincerity and wild creativity to be connective, as well as artistically inspiring.

What's your greatest challenge?

Patience, and balance. I'm a workaholic. I set unreasonable deadlines for myself and am willing to sacrifice a limb to meet those deadlines. But once I'm done, I get really anxious about what so and so thinks, the agents, the publishers, the audience. So then the emails and stalker shit starts and I have to calm myself down, and tell myself that I've done the work, and I've done my best, give it time, let them all experience it, as I have. Tough.

What's your greatest success?

Naturally, I want to say landing the Harper Collins contract with my buddy Jason Griffin. I would be remiss if I left him out. But yeah. That's the obvious one. But I think what was more amazing, was actually going somewhere and seeing people read my work. Watching them flip though the pages and smile and laugh and frown. And the emails, from prisoners, and eighth graders, and ministers, and teachers, and grandmas...I don't know how to really explain that.

What advice would you offer aspiring artists?

My advice is to do it. Do it. Despite your training, despite your skill level, your talent - do it anyway. It's art. It belongs to you. It's yours to shape and mold, and break and make whole again. I went to see Ray Bradbury speak, via Skype (which was weird) here in New York. Someone in the crowd asked him what his advice was. He said something to the effect of this: "If you are sitting here, and you are a student, or an aspiring writer, what the hell are you doing sitting here listening to me for? What the hell are you thinking about? Stop thinking, and analyzing so damn much, and start doing." Pretty much.

Jason Reynolds is in the process of working on another brilliant piece of work with his partner Jason Griffin.

Please support their Kickstarter campaign …you can make magical art happen.

LEARN MORE: Blog: http://increase-decrease.com/ -- Read/buy the book: “My Name is Jason. Mine Too”

Artistically Yours,

Glo

The last couple of weeks have been filled with mantras and maximum amounts of self-love. On occasion this works… I do my best not to jump off bridges when I’m feeling rejected, ignored or a tad light-hearted. Luckily, positive Twitter quotes work wonders for me. The result of my “inward journey” thus far is enriching. The primary achievement is improving my ability to use my mind mindfully and purposefully. Most importantly I’m learning what motivates my actions. Money is not my primary objective. Clearly, I’m poor and semi-employed.

Last week I stumbled upon this: “What motivates us to do great work?”

Summed up the article provided insight on what inspires strong work ethic & results for creative types. And it’s not money people. It’s PROGRESS.

"What really gets creatives fired up is, well, ourselves. That is, intrinsic motivation. If we can imagine an achievement, see ourselves progressing toward that goal, and understand that we are gaining new skills and knowledge, we will be driven to do great work."

At this pivotal point in my life I’m ALL about self-motivation. STOP READING AND WATCH THIS: Dan Pink on the surprising science of motivation.

Dan Pink is the author of Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us. Pink examines the three elements of true motivation—autonomy, mastery, and purpose—and offers smart and surprising techniques for putting these into action. As you consider your aspirations reflect on the following:

What’s your motivation for getting out of bed each day - Is it a paycheck or a greater sense of purpose?

Whatever your intrinsic motivation FIND IT - USE IT - AND GROW. This lesson is vital whether you're painting masterpieces or working on Wall Street...because no matter what your profession we all need a worthwhile incentive. I may even consider becoming a motivational speaker. Ponder. Okay maybe not...

Signed your #1 motivator,

Glo

I have a habit of losing things. Car keys, credit cards and on 1 occasion a child. (It was my little brother and we found him two hours later with a mall security guard) I attribute this quality of forgetfulness to my free spirit. In reality, I’m simply not paying attention. Most times when I lose things I curse the gods and move on. BUT last week I lost my treasured book, Going to Pieces without Falling Apart,  along with my journal. I.WAS.DEVASTATED.

A.) Because this book had become my guide to life and B.) My journal was lost in the universe being read by millions of strangers. (Unlike this blog, in my journal I write real-life names and record prayer requests.)

I felt lost without both items.  The forlorn feelings also triggered something else –  unintentional attachments.

Losing these deeply personal items exposed my vulnerability and unexpectedly threw me off course. When I was distressed I intently re-read chapters, highlighting sections that were applicable to my life. How on earth could I SURVIVE without my BOOK?!

After 1 week of frantically searching to no avail I ended my book hunt. I was extremely disappointed but still alive.

Clearly, it was not the end of the world.

Most times when you lose something – whether it’s a treasured possession, loved one or your mind - there is always something new to be discovered.

In my case, it was a emerging friendship. A certain someone learned of my lost book and surprised me with a replacement. I returned home from a long day and found the new paperback in my mailbox. The simple note and gesture moved me to tears. So now I have a new book and most importantly someone to share it with. What could be better?

Until next time,

Glo

I Hate My 9 to 5 LIVE presents:

DRINK & DRAW Happy Hour

A.) We provide the beer specials, prizes and inspiration.

B.) You bring your drawing tools and creativity.

C.) It's FREE and will be tons of FUN.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

6:30 - 8:30 pm

Wonderland Ballroom
1101 Kenyon St NW
Washington DC 20010

My lovely friend, Elizabeth Graeber, is an amazing illustrator and one of few words. Here is her simple explanation on why she creates art & what inspires her daily:

What is your artistic pursuit? Becoming a freelance illustrator.

How did you start your endeavor? I always draw and went to art school to learn more.

What inspires you? People, food, travel, colors, weather, and other artists.

What's your greatest challenge? Making money.

What's your greatest success? Creating something.

What advice would you offer aspiring artists? Do what you want to do!

Well said!

Elizabeth sells her awesome creations on Esty too -- need a beautiful bird tote bag or perhaps postcards? Her store is a one-stop shop for lovely 1 of a kind gifts. Then follow her blog Nice Enough to Draw ...you can even flip thru her wonderful sketchbooks online.

If you haven't noticed Elizabeth also did the drawings on my blog. Commission her work now...you will be delighted!

Glo

INFLUENCERS is a short documentary that explores what it means to be an influencer and how trends and creativity become contagious today in music, fashion and entertainment. I've watched it 20 times already. PRESS. PLAY.

Along with my unlimited reading material I’m seeking counsel from “real-life” artists & creatives. Thankfully, they’ve been kind to me throughout this new process -- offering insight on their own journeys. I’m starting to document my convos…beginning with my dear friend JESSICA T. SOLOMON -- Chief Visionary Officer of Spark Creativity and creator of The Saartjie Project .

What is your artistic pursuit?

Artistic Director at The Saartjie Project, an all woman ensemble theatre company exploring race, gender and power onstage.

How did you start your endeavor?

Our namesake Saartjie Baartman is the catalyst and inspiration behing our work. Saartjie Baartman was a 19th-century South African woman taken from her homeland and crudely displayed in Europe from 1810 – 1815.  She was given the show name “Hottentot Venus” and dressed in feathers and sheer clothing to “enhance” her notably her buttocks. Upon her death her body was dissected and publicly displayed in a museum in Paris until 1974. After much international political discourse over where Saartjie Baartman belonged, her remains were flown back to her homeland in May 2002 and laid to rest almost 200 years after she was taken to Europe.

What inspires you?

Saartjie's story, her humanity and the constant reminders by the media that there is a deep history embedded in the black female body.

What's your greatest challenge?

Narrowing down the scope of our work. We have a lot of stories to tell and as a collective we all contribute to the creative process; from conceptualizing to production.

What's your greatest success?

The fact that we create space for healing through art for both the actor and spectator. The act of creating and performing a scene or song or poem based on your truth is liberating. To have your story told on stage is validating.

What advice would you offer aspiring artists?

Share your vision with everyone until you meet the right person or people to help you make it a reality. We need your light. Press on.

Join Jessica and the Saartjie Project on November 13, 2010 for a new work in progress – the project will explore the lives of four women (Peaches, Saffronia, Aunt Sarah, Sweet Thing) through poem, movement and four distinct one act plays written by members of the collective.

Nina Simone’s poignant song, Four Women is the inspiration for this new ambitious endeavor. Donations are welcomed - to learn more visit their website.

Shine,

Glo

My friends, amused by my new-found love for yoga and reciting Emerson quotes, support my quest to further develop my creativity. (Thank you A-MAZING friends!) At times my behavior is met with amusement – especially from my father who is still convinced I will eventually attend law school. Even my drinking buddies are curious on when “I’ll be done” with this “awakening”. This however is not a phase.

Changing life patterns can be greeted with resistance, especially when you typically provide the giggles and Ketel One.  My manual for all this creative change is The Artist’s Way - written by Julia Cameron, it’s a step-by-step guide for discovering your spiritual & creative self. IT.IS.THE.TRUTH.

After reading the 1^st chapter I was highlighting like a crazy person. Like practicing yoga, The Artist's Way is a unique philosophy -- a standard in which to live your life. You may think I sound like a tambourine-carrying-weed-smoking-hippy. Not at all. In fact I have asthma. The tools Cameron shares are groundbreaking and rather simple.

The 1^st is removing the thought that creative dreams are egotistical. Next we must align ourselves with the creative energy of the universe. Sounds easy enough. Throughout the book the aim is triggering synchronicity in your life: “we change and the universe furthers and expands the change”.

Hippy Talk? Maybe.

But day-by-day I feel myself growing more and more inspired. I trust my ideas and intuition. Writing more. Reading more. Granted my 9 to 5 is null  & void but that’s beside the point. Artistically I’m growing.

A vital part of the growth process is doing the following:

Morning Pages

"Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages-- they are not high art. They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind-- and they are for your eyes only."

The Artist Date

"The Artist Date is a once-weekly, festive, solo expedition to explore something that interests you. The Artist Date need not be overtly "artistic"-- think mischief more than mastery."

According to Cameron, "A lasting creative awakening requires the consistent use of both." I'm writing everyday and scheduling artist dates frequently. The tasks are teaching me a rewarding sense of self-intimacy.

Overall, I'm finding creativity is an experience – and from the book's perspective a highly spiritual one. Whether you believe in Jesus, Buddha or “The Universe” you are seeking to build a creative alliance with the Great Creator. She also notes that in order for a creative emergence to encounter you don’t need to believe in God, rather observe and note the process as it unfolds.

So far I’m on Week 3: Recovering a Sense of Power. Already  I feel a shift in my perspective. Don't believe me?

Try it yourself -- you have nothing to lose and creativity to gain.

Glo

On Friday I was on the cusp of celebrating all things – my alma mater’s homecoming, Halloween and John Stewart’s descent on Washington D.C. – when suddenly I was struck with the most excruciating pain. Two words: WISDOM TEETH. It was like someone hit me in the mouth with a hammer 80 zillion times. My plans to dress up like a Chilean miner was immediately halted and all party plans canceled. To the disbelief of my friends -- I'm on bed rest.

My college roomie was actually stunned that I was refusing to leave my apartment. She quickly reminded me that during our college tenure I was notorious for partying with walking pneumonia. That was then. Presently, my molars are delegating my every move. I will remain in the house until my Valium prescription is complete.

With my wisdom teeth making their grand debut I started thinking about the word “wisdom”…what it means…how to attain it?

According to the omnipotent Wikipedia, wisdom teeth got their title because they appear so late – much later than the other teeth, at an age where people are presumably "wiser" than as a child, when the other teeth erupt.

I’m in my twenties and if a tooth erupting through my gums makes me wiser I’ll take it. The whole idea of becoming "wise" is difficult...it's not an innate quality. Here is the definition:

1. The ability to discern or judge what is true, right, or lasting; insight.

2. Common sense; good judgment

3. The sum of learning through the ages; knowledge

4. A wise outlook, plan, or course of action

Often times we think we have it  (like when we get dragon tattoos at 18 - good judgment there!) but in reality we’re utterly clueless. It’s like that saying, “You’ll understand when you’re older”. Parents love that phrase. It implies that with your impending adulthood wisdom awaits.

The insight we yearn (or accidently attain) typically arrives after really fucked up situations. Addictions, failures, nerve breakdowns and the like all provide “Come to Jesus” moments (or in my case, observing Buddha’s Noble Eightfold Path).

Practicing yoga and learning more about Buddhism is astounding.  Through constant practice, I’m training my body, heart and mind to cultivate wise and skillful actions. (i.e. It’s not okay to bite people in bars). When I quit my job I was immediately relieved – but two weeks later I was petrified. Although, I had the support of friends, family and the Internet I could still fuck up and ruin my life. (Clearly, we’ve established I’m dramatic) This was/is my thought process.

Changing the way you’ve done things is difficult – whether you’re quitting a job or ending a sex addiction. Essentially you have to mentally train yourself. Right now, I’m trying to follow the Elements of the Eightfold Path:

The wisdom component:

1.)    Wise understanding

2.)    Wise intention

The ethical or moral component:

3.)    Wise speech

4.)    Wise action

5.)    Wise livehood

The mental training component:

6.)    Wise effort

7.)    Wise mindfulness

8.)    Wise concentration

All these wise components require that I understand that my behavior (words, thoughts, actions) in terms of cause and effect. In other words - KARMA - wholesome actions lead to wholesome outcomes; unwholesome ones to unwholesome outcomes. Which means that one time I sent an anonymous “You may have herpes” email to my ex may have adverse effects.

I’m doing my best to investigate how my mind works and what’s the underlining motivation for my actions. Literally with each thought or episode of Glee I’m considering:

Does this word/thought/action free the heart and mind and benefit others in the world? Or does it lead to suffering, difficulty or contraction?

It’s a lot to tackle in one T.V. episode but I’m trying.  I’m particularly drawn to the developing “wise speech” part. It means avoiding: telling lies, slander and gossip.  Yet it’s more than a question of saying what’s true -- according to the Eightfold Path:

“Our speech should be true, beneficial, timely, kind. If one cannot say something useful, one should keep “noble silence”. Before speaking, it would be well to reflect on what we are about to say: Is it true? Is it helpful? Is it necessary? Does it harm anyone? Is it the right time to say it? What is my motivation for saying it now?”

I pride myself for being honest – but am I also a tad brash? More questions for me to ponder before advising my best friend about her love life or over sharing on Match.com. Honestly, exhibiting noble silence will be a challenge and Henry David Thoreau will be channeled on a daily basis: "It is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things".

My hope is that over time that I’ll develop a more kind and non-judging awareness of self. And by abandoning negative thoughts (greed, hatred, jealously) and cultivating wholesome thoughts (compassion, generosity and loving-kindness) I should be on the path towards wisdom…or at least something near it.

And frankly, if my wisdom tooth woes are an indication of living a foolish life I’m heeding the warning.

Live wisely,

Glo

If you had told me on Monday (when I was on the verge of splitting my wrists) that the rest of my week would be spectacular I would have shouted "LIES" !!!!!!!!!!

It’s stunning how quickly the end of the world can vanish – especially in the mist of real problems like tsunamis and the international hunger crisis. It’s stupid to think that my temporary loneliness could overshadow the AIDS epidemic. But when you’re wallowing in sadness or attempting to figure out “who you are?” – you start to rationalize the ridiculous.

You (and I'm talking about ME) start to be consumed with your own racing thoughts and then there's that nagging question: What is my purpose?

Such a silly question but important nonetheless. Clearly, I'm searching frantically for the reason for my own vain existence - Kanye Shrug. The thing is…I’m not that important. This is a fact. Facts are the truth and you can’t go wrong with them. The fact is sometimes I’m lonely and confused. Yet most times I’m optimistic and excited about my future. I really love not knowing what’s in store. Surprises – especially life surprises - have always delighted me.  This week was a perfect example. Monday I was certain I would DIE.

Dramatic? Maybe.

Today I’m overjoyed and feel grateful for life, friends and “The Color Purple”.  I’m going to meditate on that today. And for November I’m signing up for acting lessons.

End Scene,

Glo

Today I’m having a case of the Mondays. It’s raining and a majority of my day has been consumed with Law & Order. I’ve also eaten a pint of Java Chip ice cream. I’m having a  SAD day. The kind of day where you cry for no reason and realize the majority of the world is incredibly happy. It doesn’t help that my ex-boyfriend (the one who dumped me while I lay dying) got married on Saturday. WOE. IS. ME.

I know, I know I’m embarking on a lifetime of self – discovery, yada, yada, yada…BUT TODAY I wouldn’t mind if one of my ex’s would experience some sort of “you can’t live without me” flashback.

Instead they’re getting married OR explicitly sharing via Facebook how fulfilling their new single lives are. Fuck you. The truth is I'm happier too...I'd simply like to avoid your new-found joyful life. Plus, Facebook is the devil.

Now, according to my meditation doctrine I should not dwell in anger or cling to these negative emotions. I should LET GO – and for the most part that’s what I’m doing. Well, except for today. I’m going to keep listening to sad songs on repeat and read Atlas Shrugged. (Slowly, I’m hoping rational selfishness will seep into my self-conscious.)

Alas, Ayn said it best: Learn to value yourself, which means: to fight for your happiness.

I'm fighting all right. Tooth and nail,

Glo

As part of my monthly exploration I tired Bikram Yoga for the first time. It is clearly the champion of YOGA. My world has been changed - I was literally induced into a secret society of perspiring people. Imagine exercising inside the armpit of sweaty obese elephant man. Despite the less than pretty visual I LOVED IT (well, after a few minor set backs).

STORY: Soooo I entered the steamy studio with a dozen scantily clad people: all diverse in age, race and size. Yoga clearly does not discriminate. Even the dress code was my favorite - half-naked.  I donned grey swim trunk like shorts and a sports bra – the 75 year-old man next to me was in a thong. In this hot pit we were ALL equals and due to the extricating heat that faced us barely there attire was acceptable.

Our instructor was a stout yet flexible man with all his seven major chakras aligned. He immediately started shouting yoga positions and breathing commands through his wireless mic. “FILL YOUR LUNGS WITH HOT AIR. PUSH OUUUUUT THE TOXINS” Startled at his forcefulness my mind said, "Whatttt should I do?!" He heard my silent question and boomed "PUSH OUUUUUUT THE TOXINS".

YES, this was what I needed. To rid my life of foul toxins and negative energy. In the Standing Deep Breathing posture I furiously inhaled and exhaled until I felt light-headed. My body was warm and tingling. It was all exhilarating. Suddenly, I stopped to actually "smell" the air I was pulling in – it was filled with anticipation and human sweat. Bikram Yoga stew. I gasped mid-Awkward Posture and fell to my knees. Drenched in sweat I closed my eyes feeling nauseous.  I came to the conclusion that the extreme heat was killing me. The instructor noticing my distress walked over with a gentle smile. Plainly, he said, “You can do this”, patting my shoulder.

Now, in my head I was screaming, “NO, I CAN’T – IT’S TOO DAMN HOT”. But instead I nodded and helplessly answered “Okay.” (Why I said okay I have no idea...)

Quickly, I was growing faint. With the realization that my death near - I decided to pray -- specifically to survive this wretched class and finally end my horrible drinking habits. Clearly, the wine I had last night was making me ineffective.

Dear God,

If you allow me to live through this hell, I promise to no longer mix my liquors. Nor will I talk to strange men with ill intentions (and possibly roofie cocktails).  I will return to church on Sundays and offer homeless people dollars instead of dimes. Pinky Swear. Amen.

When I finally opened my eyes I noticed a yogi goddess in front of me. With long limbs and toned abs she completed every position with ease. Jealous was not the word. God heard my plea and sent me an angel -- immediately I started to emulate her movements.  From the Half Moon to the Standing Bow Pulling pose I was moving swiftly through my class. My forehead glistened with sweat but my energy returned. Even the scent that filled the room ceased to trigger my gag reflex. By the time we entered the Savasana pose I was quite proud of myself. My whole body relaxed and I was in complete peace.

Overall, the whole experience pushed my physical and mental capacity. I was surprised at how easily I wanted to give up. Honestly, I was petrified I would fail…even if was just yoga. At the moment I felt physical pain or a single terrifying thought my instinct was to STOP everything. But with a prayer and a PUSH from the universe it was clear I could DO IT. It was quite a Soul Meets Body moment...and a great reminder to push myself through whatever pain I'm feeling. I can’t wait for my next class and (life) challenge.

YOU CAN DO IT,

Glo

p.s. The picture isn't from my class -- but it's basically what the class was like. Plus, I just found it hilarious.

I have a new project – amidst the meditation and yoga – I’ve volunteered to change someone's life. Nothing dramatic like donating blood or adopting a cute 3^rd world baby but IMPORTANT nonetheless…I’m helping my friend quit her job. She’s a sharp new grad and her constant distress has me worried. I’m insisting she quit right way - travel to Europe or do something fantastic before artificial light ruins her complexion & excel spreadsheets crush her soul.

She landed this gig thinking she could possibly grow with the company - instead it's been a nightmare. At the very least she needs to press "restart" and find a new job. Specifically, one that doesn't involve picking up dry cleaning or planning bar mitzvahs.

Sidenote: OK OK , with my new-found independence clearly I’m encouraging everyone to follow suit. QUIT. QUIT. QUIT. It’s kind of like new vegetarians, after a lifetime of Big Macs & fur coats they have the nerve to get all PETA on you.

I’m not that annoying BUT I’m clearly spreading the "quit your job" gospel. Plus, I’d like more unemployed friends in my circle. It would make for awesome Monday nights.

So my friend  -- let's call her Ann Hathaway – is the executive assistant to a vile and cynical woman. Her boss frequently yells expletives, slams doors and pours scolding hot coffee on her. The coffee part may be a slight exaggeration but whatever the girl is emotionally scarred. Her life is truly like the Devil Wears Prada - minus the beautiful wardrobe and New York City.

Right now, her only goal in life is to escape her horrible job. I intend to help. If you're wondering WHY wellllllllllllllll….

1. I’m a giving person.
2. I want her to be happy and pursue a career she loves.
3. I need a friend to hang out with Monday nights.
4. All of the above.

If you picked D. you are correct!

No seriously, I want her to do well. And I remember my first job after college. It was A-MAZING. I was fresh faced and eager – ready to take on the world. My poor Hathaway is dying 6 months out. Unacceptable. First jobs are like your first kiss -- they should be sweet and memorable. Not some dork pushing his tongue down your throat.

When I’m playing headhunter I always turn to Craigslist but here are other alternatives for job searches:

The Cultural Alliance of Greater Washington JOB BANK:

http://www.cultural-alliance.org/programs/jobanknew.shtml

Read Career Blogs (1 of my favorites) http://www.millerlittlejohnmedia.com/category/get-hired/

Try a listserv: http://www.nedsjotw.com/

Word of Mouth - Talk to friends, mentors, ex-boyfriends - you never know!

I'm helping her with a strategy RIGHT NOW...the resume and cover letter are being revamped. Next up, is the 2 week notice. Standby...more to come!

Glo

Every girl has been dumped -- typically by an insensitive moronic boy. I am not the exception. My worst break-up to date happened while I was hospitalized with a severe case of poison ivy. I was 21 years old. I called my would-be boyfriend to pick me up ...instead of rushing to my rescue, he replied, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore”. Total douchebag.

I'm no longer 21 but recently I reentered the ranks of singlehood. To mend my heart I'm reading “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. Holly Golightly is my tragic hero : “I'll never get used to anything.  Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.”

I’ve also added meditation and yoga to my repertoire of relationship recovery. Last night I had an unexpected yet insightful conversation with a recent ex-flame. Enlightening because:

I didn’t start to cry before, during or after our tête-à-tête.

I fought the urge to run to him naked and rekindle our romance at 2 a.m.

I wasn’t angry with him (or the anonymous stranger that was g-chatting him during our late night call).

What I’ve realized that time does in fact heal all wounds and everything happens for a reason. (Knowing my ex hates clichés; he would find both statements annoying yet amusing).

I'm also learning that sadness is a healthy emotion and staring at your wall helps you fall asleep. Within the last few months I’ve bore holes in my ceiling. From quitting my job to losing my beau -- I’m forced to face my fears of being completely ALONE.  In the past, my career nor my relationships have defined me, however, they provided picturesque backdrops. Without both, I found myself lost.

With my life full of transitions, I’m committing myself to letting go of unnecessary attachments – job, relationships or otherwise. My undesired endings are now desirable beginnings. I feel exhilarated by the possibilities that await me.

After my poison ivy debacle I scored a 165 on the LSAT. Granted I didn’t attend law school but that’s beside the point.  I survived that traumatizing experience without keying his Volkswagen Passat or losing my dignity. From my latest boyfriend lost to that post college break-up I learned:

1. Best friends are a necessity. Especially during hospital emergencies.
2. I’m smarter than I thought. Standardized tests don’t lie.
3. Being dumped or fired is just another opportunity to start over.

Overall, from great disappointment can come tremendous growth. I have the ability to consciously decide to let go of an unsatisfying career or relationship. Now, "letting go" is still a process – a painful one. But the rewards and emotional endurance is worthwhile. The pain simply means I'm getting stronger… and eventually the twinge of uncertainty will subside and new opportunities will present themselves.  I may even decide to embark on the stifling institution that is marriage...who knows. But that’s a whole other blog entry.

In the meantime, I’m singleeeee -- Tweet me.

Glo

Like most people I have vices – smoking, drinking and sometimes cussing at strangers (the curse words typically follow the smoking & drinking). But alas I’m trying to change. Through meditation, I’m developing a stronger awareness of my actions. This discovery is helping me realize that, more often than not, my behavior can be a tad…off-putting (translation: obnoxious). For years my honest opinions (a.k.a cutting remarks) and witty banter (gossip) have been my signature style. My friends love my random commentary and observant antidotes. Strangers find my conservational allure appealing…especially at bars.  I’ve assumed these are ALL strong traits. Well, the more I build a starling sense of mindfulness; I’m not so sure.

In meditation, focus is called mindfulness. Being mindful allows for a more complete awareness of self. In other words, I‘m starting to pay attention, with purpose and without judgment. Over the last week, I’ve found myself considering my “spontaneous nature”. Am I really witty & fun loving OR intoxicated & annoying? Things to ponder.

Again, by developing a sense of mindfulness you start to see things clearly…and clarity often brings change. This week I plan establish new & improved habits:

Drink less. Nothing rash to begin with…1 shot of bourbon instead of 4.

Be mindful of my speech. Cursing at people at wheelchairs is unacceptable…regardless if they’re slowing down my morning commute or asking me for change.

Be Kind. Read above.

Practice patience. I will not fret while standing at line at Starbucks. It’s a latte -- not the end of the world.

Draw attention inward. Listen to the little voice in my head and trust it more. Some people call it intuition.

It’s only Monday and I feel like anything is possible. Plus, I have a full calendar this week...which means ample opportunity to practice my new way of life. I'm praying I bump into a wheelchair.

Until next time,

Glo