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2:120 A Brief Explanation Of Why I Never Hang Out With You Anymore



It’s Tuesday Wednesday, so space outfit.

Hiya Crybabies. Remember me? Your fearless (cheer)leader? Your lil’ internet pal who wants us all to find and trust our guiding sense of purpose and embrace every opportunity to polish our shiny, happy souls? That weird chick you sort of know who walks around with a gallon of swamp water in a mason jar and a paper straw? The disjointed blogger who used to check in almost daily to rail against Robin Thicke/convince you that homemade beet cake could be more delicious than traditional V-day fare/implore the world to stop telling us to smile… but is APPARENTLY too busy/sheepish to show her face around here of late?

Guilty. Ish. Here’s what’s up:

I want to be a writer. By that, I mean, I would like to occasionally get paid for my writing. I’ve been trying and failing a lot this year… what was our mantra? 2014: Year of the Perpetual Lemon? Year of Slightly Unattainable Goals? No? Anyway. My book isn’t written yet… big surprise there. Related aside: do you all read Choosing Raw? Gena is a force to be reckoned with in the blogging community, and she’s been so supportive of my puny efforts… I legitimately love her, and she’s classy as sh*t! She wrote a book without telling anyone, and then announced it when the publish date was nigh!

All this to say: I am NOT classy as sh*t and I like to gather enthusiasm around my efforts before I manifest them into successes. You know, so we can all be disappointed together… but also maybe celebrate together! Solidarity in all things! And, as usual, I’d love you all to rally behind my latest decision: I’m going to up my freelance game. Right now I do a lot of writing/marketing work for free, I do my work-work for moneyz and I keep this blog up because it makes me happy. I haven’t given myself time to ferociously pursue the freelance market, plus a lot of my thoughts wind up here on Rosie Glow before they can be published elsewhere on the internets. And, in case you’re unaware, my Rosie Glow salary is like… a weekly green juice and a patronizing pat on the head. SO.

To be honest, I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen with this space. I have a deeply unrealistic vision that I’ll get the hang of freelance writing and continue to use Rosie Glow as a (regular!) outlet for everything that Jezebel/HelloGiggles/RookieMag/etc. doesn’t want to know about me… forever and ever until I die. But my presence may continue to be spotty around here for awhile – so thank you in advance for sticking around!

That’s it, Buds. What sort of magic are you up to this week? I saw Amara Enyia speak last night at Comfort Station, and she is SUCH a boss #amaraformayor2015. Tonight I’m gathering with some delightful biddies to watch Empire Records/the most meaningful film of all time. I’ve also got a date, an occasion to wear a dirndl, a marathon bachelorette party, brunch planz and the ANGEL OLSEN show; which my own personal angel scored me sold-out tickets for. No shortage of fun… near-constant shortage of sanity. That’s the Rosie Glow way.


Author: twitchysister

Hey you! is largely devoted to musings on what balance means to an urbane, artsy-fartsy twenty-something. It’s tough out here for us post-grad women: if you’re not homeless, you’re doing something right. But do you, too, worry that you spend too much time furrowing your brows over your future when you should be unwrapping and relishing your present? Do you, like me, sometimes feel like everyone expects you to be the type of person who spends the majority of her entry-level “arts” paycheck on fifteen dollar old-timey cocktails, four a.m. cab rides home and everything sequined on the Urban Outfitters sale rack when, perhaps, you are really the type of person who would rather drink cucumber mint kale juice while wearing yoga pants and Googling reiki techniques? Is it possible that such a person is one and the same, and she is fabulous in her own, very confused right? Sister girl, I hear you. I know you. I accept you. I also know in my happy gut, full heart and coffee-addled brain that you and I are gorgeous glow worms, just as we are! We are sparkle ponies of light and love and we are still in the process of teasing out our true, authentic selves with all of this… living. So if you don’t have it figured out, if you acknowledge that you never will and that is tremendously exciting, if you want to connect with other smart chicks and tap into that charming inner-self of yours, then come back real soon, ya hear? We’re family now!

10 thoughts on “2:120 A Brief Explanation Of Why I Never Hang Out With You Anymore

  1. word. just word. because I didn’t sleep last night.

  2. Rose! I’m back in Chicago! We should hang!

    (Re: your post, ahhhhh, the joy of not really getting paid! Granted, I did just get back from four months of getting paid to do what I want to do, but now I’m here and I’m like…oh right, gigs that don’t pay anything…) (But we should hang out anyway!)

  3. I was DEVASTATED to have to miss Amara last night (yes, I want to be on a first name basis with her), but grown-up lady tasks take precedent sometimes. Your new found super commitment to pursuing your path as a writer is inspiring, makes me want to find my thing and be that thing (I think that thing will come to me in grad school). For now, let’s keep being boss bitches, and rule with positive vibes.

    Start brainstorming brunch ideas, Sunday is right around the corner.

  4. Amara is our new bff. And thank you! I mean… I haven’t really taken any steps yet re: super commitment, but I’M GONNA! Also, brunch and Angel Olsen, oh my!

    I’m literally always down for Lula. Like… wanna go right now? Cuz I do.

  5. I really hope you keep the blog up. I discovered your blog not too long ago and really enjoy your quirky musings on life =)

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