I’m a yoga-practicing, peanut butter-eating, cinnamon roll-baking sales strategist living in California. My interests range everywhere from beauty and fashion to long-distance running to feminism to finding the best type of beer to caramelize onions for a bacon cheeseburger (Deschutes Brewery Red Chair NWPA works very well). I’ve made it a point to live my life in a way that lets me fall asleep happy every night, and excited to wake up every morning. It hasn’t been easy. Like, at all. But along the way I’ve learned so much, and it felt wrong to try to keep it to myself.
I’ve mastered putting on liquid eyeliner in a hurry after oversleeping for work. I’ve conquered my empty apartment and it’s blank beige walls, and transformed a foreign, uninviting place into a comfortable, welcoming home that reflects me to a T. I’ve somehow managed to figure out the best way to make it through a demoralizing performance review without crying, and I’ve also figured out how to rise to my criticisms and make myself better from them. I’ve skinny dipped in the Atlantic Ocean in Martinique, I’ve had my picture taken by Google StreetView vans while I was spilling coffee on myself (twice), and I’ve seen every episode of 30 Rock at least five times.
I’m still not sure how this endeavor will end. But through my ups and downs, I’ve gained a lot, and hopefully I can send that knowledge and some strong positive vibes out into the world.
What’s the deal with Nettle?
The nettle plant possesses healing properties, but can sting when handled improperly, which I thought could make a pretty cool metaphor. Plus I thought the name sounded good.