WIth your feet in the air, your head on the ground

Balance.

I'm starting to believe that this is simply a concept and not an actual attainable thing to be had by us mere mortals.  Or at least not this mere mortal.  If my life were a balance scale, I would never be able to rest at that even point. I always find myself tipping more to one side than the other.

And the shitty part is that this is totally unintentional.  Not even desirable.  I am infinitely aware of the importance of having balance in life.  And yet I still can't seem to get the shit right.  Maybe the Sex and the City girls were right in their theory that women can never really have it all.  I mean, duh, I know that.  But like, having  healthy work, romantic, spiritual and personal relationships AT THE SAME DAMN TIME?- nope. Not  buying it any longer.

So at this moment right here my opinion is that balance is a fucking facade.  Anything that you do well will inevitably require a lot of time and commitment.  This means that other areas will have to subside, thereby be neglected.  That sounds like imbalance to me. But what do I know?

I know that I am not holding my breath on acquiring this particular figment of my imagination any time soon. And I'm not even mad about it.

With your feet in the air, your head on the ground...

Once again I’ve gone AWOL from my blog. My bad. I’ve been doing some living. And thinking. And trying.


But now I’m back, at least for the moment.

Instead of writing an essay of specific details concerning my whereabouts, I’ll CliffNotes this shit in bullets like a real boss should.

• Got an internship with a men’s fashion company as a blogger. I’ll know how good or bad I did on the 30 day gig I did in the days to come.

• Restarted a Sex and the City marathon to rekindle my relationship with my moody boyfriend New York.

• Got another regular writing gig for fashion blog, UrbFash.com. Got to interview a few awesome mofo’s and write some cool shit.






model Messiah Ross and Stylist/Designer Sigourney Salley





• Started Tumblr’in obsessively (andritarenee.tumblr.com)

• Attempted to ‘Tweet’ from my 3yr old Twitter account (@pistolsnpetals)

• Been helping another aspiring designer get her project off the ground



• Became possessed by the spirit of Sasha Fierce at this obscure club in Chinatown called Happy Ending. As luck would have it, I ran into a few folk from my regular gig as a retail employee who got the pleasure of being entertained by me in my drunken glory.



• Did a photoshoot for cutie pie designer Melis xKeo




• Been bar hopping through the LES like I’m cool or something.

• Cleaned my apartment and cooked for a few unexpecting souls

• Decided to start a band with another person who doesn’t sing, dance or play an instrument either. Enter the Virgin Suicides.

• Got chased up a street in Little Italy by a cat rat.

• Discovered the music of Placebo





• Been wearing my hair natural. Kinda. For like two days.



That is all folks.