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.
Three Things (on Thursday) is a weekly newsletter where I send things that make your life a little better, week after week. This comes in the form of three things to read (usually books or links to articles), two things that you should know, and one thing I’ve learned in recent weeks.
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:…
The music I can’t quite turn off these days.
Walking into Red Rocks was a really surreal experience. I’d never been there before but I also felt like I’d been there a thousand times – in the very best way. I know this makes no sense, but you just have to trust me on it. I loved it immediately, and I already knew I was going to be ruined for any concert afterwards.
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.
I saw Bastille for the first time the week before I moved to Los Angeles. They played at the Agganis Arena in Boston, a 7,200 seat arena, and I went with my friend Lauren. It was March of 2017, and I was getting ready to start a really big adventure. It’s been pretty much exactly 18 months since that night, and I got to see them again on Monday. (I think my previous show was on a Monday, too, and I’m sappy, but I’m not quite sappy enough to count the exact number of weeks.) Pretty much everything about my life now is different, but the show was just as good.
If there’s one person who’s affected my strange, random move to Los Angeles more than any other, it would be Harry Styles. Not just because he actually started doing stuff when I got to the West Coast (his first song came out my third morning here) but also because he’s out in the world telling people to be brave and kind to others, and love whoever they love, and that it’s okay to be scared of trying new things, and it’s alright to stay home and watch rom-coms, and that not everyone’s going to like you so you should just do what you want to do instead of caring what they think.