Saturday night found me in the stands of the Rose Bowl Stadium, cheering on the Women’s National Soccer team in their game against the Irish squad. It was an interesting experience for me, given that I’m a dual citizen of both countries, but in reality there was never a question of who I was going to be cheering on: the Americans.
The week before last, I won tickets through an Instagram giveaway to a show called Pop-Up Magazine. I had never heard of it before, but I am always up for trying something new, especially cultural events. The event was last Wednesday, and I loved it.
This year, I worked the Pasadena Half. My new job is at the company that produces the Los Angeles Marathon and the Pasadena Half, as well as a few other smaller races. It was certainly a different experience being on the other side of the race, seeing how it works behind the scenes.
I went to an exhibit called NOTORIOUS RBG: The Life and Times of Ruth Bader Ginsburg at the Skirball Cultural Center this weekend. It was lovely. Here’s the museum’s description:…
My roommate Bri works at NBC Universal, and one of the perks of her job is that she sometimes gets invited to movie screenings. There’s a movie theater at Universal CityWalk. On Wednesday night, they closed it to the public and invited employees to see First Man, which is about the moon landing and stars Ryan Gosling as Neil Armstrong.
A few months ago, I was lamenting the fact that I felt like my life was full of obligations to others and I wasn’t doing things I wanted to do. So many of the things that have happened this year have been because someone else forced my hand: looking for a new place to live, looking for a new job, finding a new therapist, the list goes on. That’s when I decided I wanted to pick one day each month where I would make absolutely no plans for the day, and do whatever I wanted in the moment.
Tucked away in the mountains of Malibu is a little oasis called Malibu Wines. I went with some friends from November Project this weekend, and it was incredible. It’s a bit of a drive from LA, but definitely worth the trip.
The 18 month anniversary of my move to LA seems as good an opportunity as any to write an ode to my favorite ice cream shop: Salt & Straw.
It’s been three weeks, and the marathon still feels like something that didn’t quite happen. And yet it did happen. If you had told me five years ago that I was going to run a marathon, I likely would never have believed you. I was completely inactive, stressed out, and it was never diagnosed, but I believe I had untreated depression. Running even 2 miles seemed like way too much.