A Journal for the Perfectly Torn

Monthly Archives: June 2011

“A Philosopher once observed that patience, hope, and encouragement are crucial in life. Victory lies ahead for those who are patient. The future is infinitely bright for those who have hope. Those who encourage one another can forever walk a path of mutual prosperity and mutual victory.”

Daisaku Ikeda


Back in November I wrote a post in which I praised Delta’s new advertisement campaign. The campaign had connected with me, and despite my fondness for JetBlue, I’d mentioned I want to give Delta a try. Last weekend, I did.

Unexpectedly perhaps, my experience was fabulous. The flight attendants were extremely pleasant and even the people at the check in counter and gate were friendly and helpful. Maybe I just got lucky, but I also had no one sitting next to me on either flight. Lastly, their Biscoff cookies, which taste kind of like gingerbread, are really good. (I swear, sometimes it’s the littlest things—like a cookie—that make the biggest difference.)

The one thing that was not exactly up to par was the actual plane. On both flights the panel that encloses the waste container in the bathroom was broken and left wide open. And while, it allowed me to get work done in route, a TV set in front of my seat (à la JetBlue) would have been nice.

Still, I have to say, thumbs up, Delta. Your commercial was not about having the spiffiest air craft in the sky. Virgin American you are not. But I’m a big fan of people who do what they say they will, and I appreciate the effort you’re making, at least in my experience, to deliver on your word to provide quality service.


This past weekend I flew down to Sarasota for two days. And I have to say, it was, in true cliche fashion, a nice change of pace. A few people thought I was crazy to go down to Florida in the summertime, but the weather actually ended up being quite timid considering it was like 100 degrees in New York City the week before. 

As much as I love Manhattan, I still sometimes marvel at how much I enjoy getting out of it for a few days every once and a while. Truth be told, I kind of miss having a car. I miss being able to drive it to the beach or to a friend’s house. I miss towns where no one seem particularly worried about their careers or which subway line is bound to be shut down on Saturday and Sunday.

When I first returned to NYC almost six years ago, people used to remark that I seemed like a California girl. After living in Los Angeles for two and a half years, I can understand what they meant.  I used to go out exploring. I smiled lot. I dated without too much dread.  I hadn’t quite taken on the sort of seriousness that often surrounds New Yorkers.

Don’t get me wrong—I get it. New York is a tough town. It has kicked me in the ass more than once. Several times, in fact. Ask any New Yorker what it’s like to live here and he or she will tell you it’s no cake walk. And so … you go through a few rough patches, a few nasty breakups, a few shitty neighbors, a few dead end jobs with unmanageable managers and you get a little rough around the edges—a little tattered if you will. There’s nothing wrong, per say. You just feel less light. And before you know it, people start to notice.
                                                                                                                           I’ve been wondering if that California girl still exists inside of me. I’ve seen glimpses of her, especially as summer began to approach this year. And this weekend, I realized she absolutely exists. My trip was fun and airy and filled with sunshine, and beaches, and gorgeous sunsets, and ridiculously good fish tacos.
                                                                                                                           As we explored the town, my tendency to try to control and plan everything definitely emerged. But each time it did, I made a conscious effort to acknowledge it and then let it go. There was nothing I had to get done.

This is perhaps the overlooked benefit of vacations. Sure, they are a great way to recharge, to have some fun and relax, but maybe they also exist to remind us that we actually can have a good time outside of vacation mode. Who says we can’t have the same carefree attitude all the time? Just an idea, but maybe life doesn’t have to be as heavy as we sometimes make it.


There’s a term we often use in in advertising—leveraging heritage. When we leverage a brand or company’s heritage we attempt to utilize their history, their time in the field. The longer something has been around, the greater heritage it has, and proven success is valued. Public knowledge of trials overcome or presence maintained in a congested market generally breeds trust.
My birthday was this past Saturday. And since I’ve now been around for quite a while, I think it’s about time to start leveraging my own heritage.

When I was in my twenties, the world seemed very cruel to me. And worse, I felt like I was alone in how I viewed life. I felt that something was very wrong with me. I didn’t understand why the things I thought I wanted didn’t materialize into reality. I took every “no,” whether it was definite or not, as a personal rejection. I let go of dreams, and friends, and much of my self-love and confidence.

I remember when I turned 30, I complained to my aunt that I was getting old. 30 had always seemed so far away, and then there it was—glaring  at me. She told me that her 20s had sucked for her too, that those years were full of insecurity. And then she told me her 30s were great, that in her 30s, she had finally started to understand who she was. So far, I have to say that my aunt was spot on.

I don’t really operate on autopilot much these days. Sure. It happens, but I’m much more aware now of what I want, of what truly makes me happy, and of how I can contribute.

I want to travel. I want to be a kick ass planner and writer. I want to learn. I want to spend as much time as possible with the people I love. I want to be around children because they make me smile—even  when I’m in the worst mood. I want to keep getting to know myself. And I want to make a difference in the world. These are my birthday wishes.

What are your wishes? Whatever they are, I wish them for you too.

Now, go and make them come true.


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