Self-Care Tips for Inauguration Day

Tomorrow is the first Friday of my life that I think I’ve ever dreaded. I’ve never wanted the weekend to come less than I do at this moment. So I’ve already started to game plan how I am going to spend my day tomorrow, with self-care at the top of my mind.

  1. Before work, take a walk to get your favorite fancy tea or coffee that you don’t get on a daily basis. You deserve it, today. Stay off social media while you drink it, and don’t watch the inauguration.                                                                                                                         coffee
  2. Try and limit your social media intake, when possible. I personally don’t follow the person being sworn into office, and I think it’s better that way for my mental health. flat800x800075f
  3. Go see La  La Land for the second (or third time). You won’t regret being away from your phone for two hours. And you certainly won’t regret seeing it. It’s every bit worthy of the hype.                                                                                                                                                                                                                   la_la_land_ver4
  4. Take a bath. Like a really good bath where you get a bath bomb from Lush and a face mask and sink so low in the bath that your ears are below the water.                                                         lush
  5. Read a book or color in a coloring book.                                                                                                                                       9780761193555hillary-clinton-book
  6. Donate to a cause that is important to you like Planned Parenthood or Everytown for Gun Safety.                                                                                                                                                                                 0216-25x-learn
  7. Make signs and RSVP for the Women’s March in your city.
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How are you going to self-care for Inauguration Day?

on the nba champions.

It’s been over a year since I posted on here, so I thought it would be fitting to write about the recently crowned NBA champion Golden State Warriors.

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The Warriors will always have this really poetically wonderful place in my heart. It was because of that team that I learned that writing was something that I was not only passionate about, but that it was something that I might be kind of good at. I don’t know if all those who would consider themselves writers have that moment where they just know that writing is what they want to do, but I did.

My story started in the fifth grade. My elementary school was hosting a contest and the winner would win two tickets to the next Warriors home game. At that time, it wasn’t necessarily sports or basketball that I was passionate about, I think my main motivation was just that I wanted to write something. And I also just wanted to win something. The contest was that you could submit an essay detailing the reasons why you should win the pair of tickets. So I entered.

I wrote an essay about how much it would mean for my dad and I to be able to go to a game just the two of us and spend some time together. I wish I still had a copy of that essay somewhere. Content-wise, all I know is that I wrote it from my huge ten-year-old heart. I didn’t expect to win, but I had fun writing it.

We had our next assembly where the whole school came and sat cross legged on the Pine-Sol scented gym floor, and I was whispering back and forth with my friend when the time came for the principal to announce the winner of the contest.

I was awaiting the winner announcement as I looked around to see who might get the honor, when they announced my name. I. Won. My mind went blank with shock because I really didn’t think I would win. The principal announced my name one more time, and I stood up after being gestured to the front of the crowd. And right then, they asked me to read my essay in front of the school. So I did. And that was when I knew I wanted to write. It was the first time I felt like I was good at something.

And my prize was going to the Warriors game with my dad.

Flash forward 8 years later, and the Warriors would once again become even more artistically important to me.

I walked into the 2400 building on my first day of college, and I found my way to the Express Student Newspaper lab. I stepped in the room and instantly found my second home and easily some of the most influential mentors and teachers I had ever had.

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My first semester, I was very focused on trying my hand at feature writing with hopes of having a career in music writing. But as I got to know the advisers, I was taken under the wing of Marcus Thompson II, who at the time was the beat writer covering the Warriors for the Bay Area News Group. I read all of his stories. I listened to him talk about his writing process and his job. It sounded wonderful, and I thought I would try my hand at it. Enter my sports obsession. And my first column.

I fell in love with writing about sports, and I had the best teacher for doing so. I wrote about baseball, I wrote about basketball, I wrote about sports pop culture. I wrote profiles about school athletes, including a pair of basketball players who had fled to Livermore for refuge from Hurricane Katrina. Through sports, I fell in love with writing once again. I went to the Warriors Media Day as part of a field trip for Marcus’ news writing class. Our end goal was to come up with a story from the day.

While others crowded around the star player tables with the “real” journalists, I spent my time talking to a few D-League players, and I found my story. Marcus had a Warriors representative read through all of our submitted stories, and the winner would get this beautiful leather embossed binder with the Warriors logo.

And once again I won. And I once again was taken aback.

After college, I took a different route. I switched up from journalism to public relations. It was a great decision for me because I love working with media. And just a few months ago, I landed my dream job (not sports related, even though I dabbled in that field of PR too!). I am a book publicist now – which if you know me at all, you know it is a perfect fit for me. I am a book hoarder, and now that I work in books I think that it is socially acceptable for me to have as many books as I do.

Guess where my dream job is? You guessed it. Oakland.

And just a little over a month after I moved in my Warriors won the championship for the first time in 40 years.

Full circle? I think so.

in favor of young adult books.

I recently came across an article in Slate telling adults that they should feel embarrassed about reading young adult books.

The first thing that jumped out to me was “Fellow grown-ups, at the risk of sounding snobbish and joyless and old, we are better than this.” Well yes, the writer clearly is a joyless old snob, but that isn’t the point. I am so sick of people (society) trying to tell us what we can and can’t do. And reading, which is something that is a huge and extremely important part of my life, is something that brings me joy, so I don’t understand the need for people to go around saying what I should and shouldn’t be embarrassed to read… or write for that matter.

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As someone who considers Young Adult my favorite genre of book, I am highly offended by this. It is one thing if you don’t like the genre, and if you feel like you are far too sophisticated to read about the human condition at any age, but you do not get to shame me for reading something that I like.

The funniest part about this whole article, is the fact that the writer (Ruth Graham) compares two novels. ONLY TWO NOVELS. You can’t judge a genre based on two books, that might I add are completely unrelated to one another.

The first book she brings up is The Fault in Our Stars, which is a  love story about two kids battling cancer. Graham weighed in on the book “I’m a reader who did not weep, contra every article ever written about the book, when I read The Fault in Our Stars. I thought, Hmm, that’s a nicely written book for 13-year-olds. If I’m being honest, it also left me saying “Oh, brother” out loud more than once. Does this make me heartless?”

Yes, it makes you heartless, but that is not the point here. She then goes on to discuss a little dystopian novel called Divergent set in post-apocalyptic Chicago. And she refers to the series as “transparently trashy.”

YOU CAN’T COMPARE THOSE TWO NOVELS. You can’t read two completely unrelated novels and call yourself a genre expert and wander around shaming people for liking something.

I am a 25-year-old who has read through the Harry Potter series all the way through at least three times since I was 11 years old. I stood in line at midnight for book releases and movie releases. I have a trip planned this year to go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios. I have read The Fault in Our Stars three times, and have already seen the movie twice in theaters. I plan to get a Perks of Being a Wallflower quote tattooed on me. Are you telling me that these are things to be ashamed of? I have one finger that could sum up my answer to this, and I would love to direct it at Ruth Graham.

If you don’t like something, you don’t have to read it. But stop shaming people for loving something. I have a quote for you, Ruth Graham. It’s by my favorite author.

“Because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.”  – John Green

 

 

twenty. fourteen.

It’s been about a million years since I have slowed down and had a moment to write even the slightest thing on my blog. But I wanted to attempt to start off 2014 by writing and posting more. I hate New Year’s resolutions, so I attempted to come up with a list of goals that are attainable. Here goes. 🙂 

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1. To let go of my family issues and realize I can’t change them. 
2. Go meatless three times a week. 
3. To stop fixating. 
4. To finish the novel I started in November. 
5. To record great moments in a jar to open next New Year’s Eve. 
6. To explore at least one city, state or country I’ve never been. 
7. To be a better friend, including making more of an effort with far away friends. 
8. To get promoted at work. 
9. To give up beer, and attempt a healthier lifestyle.

And of course, 10. To blog more often.

What are your 2014 goals?

-earthtocassie

well, it’s that time of year again.

Well, hey guys.

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I think I last posted in August. Let’s just say life has been crazy. And busy. Working in public relations definitely isn’t a joke.

That’s why this November will be a wild ride.

I am officially participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) for the second year in a row. Last year, I completed my novel called “Mixtapes For My Sister,” and I couldn’t have been prouder to accomplish the goal of 50,000 words in 30 days.

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This year, I start my adventure again in just 7 days. And I only have a small idea of what I plan to write about.

During this time, I am actually going to attempt to post more on this blog, including writing playlists, and story development and outlining.

I have already created a separate page on my blog for everyone to track my progress. You can find that here. I will try and update that page with my daily video blog check-in, or you can check my YouTube page for those as well.

Wish me luck. Send me hugs. Make me coffee.

-earthtocassie

a humbling month.

Well, it’s been a month since I last posted – And it’s been a month of humbling experience.

I have now been at my new position as a public relations professional for a month now, and I absolutely love it. It’s crazy. It’s caffeinated. It’s hectic. But it’s everything I have wanted since I started college.

I have been living what I like to call the “gypsy” life. Since I got my new job, and was still tangled into a lease with two other people depending on me for my portion of the rent, I finished up the month of July sleeping on a couch bed and living out of my obnoxiously touristy Union Jack suitcase that I bought in London last year. Not to mention, sharing the space of less than 900 square feet with two other people (my dad and my sister).

All of my things were still in my apartment in Sacramento (and still are for another week or two), as was my cat Shadow. I spent all my weekends this month going back and forth to Sacramento to do laundry, repack my suitcase and begin the long process of putting my life into boxes for the fourth time in two years.

Also, my new job is in San Jose – home of rent too high for anyone besides Google and Facebook employees to afford. And my humble little couch bed resides in Livermore. Although the 30 miles difference isn’t all the huge during weekends and late nights – the commute represents a large problem to the effect of two hours in a car if I was brave enough to drive it.

Thankfully, I live the commuter train life, and am currently writing this blog post from a not-so-comfy seat and watching the Niles Canyon pass by. I spend four hours a day commuting.

Overall, the point of this blog post is to discuss how humbled I have felt over this past month. I have learned to live on little. Little amounts of clothes (enough only that fit in a suitcase). The couch bed lifestyle isn’t the most comfortable, but it is enough for now. The commuting, which has actually given me time to read and be able to keep an internship with a book publishing that I have loved for almost a year now.

Now that I am moving my things out of my perfect townhouse that is only $1500 a month (split into three) in Sacramento, I am moving into a 5X10 storage unit in good old Livermore, and I am calling the couch my more permanent home until I can find a place in San Jose:

1. That I can afford. Or.

2. A roommate to split the ridiculous amount of rent.

I am just going to call this my silver lining. And to quote (and augment) a Jack’s Mannequin lyric – I never thought I’d be living on your couch, but the rents are high and the Bay Area is easy.

 

-earthtocassie

happy one year to my blog.

Welp, I never thought that this was something that I would accomplish. I have dabbled in blogging for much of the past 6 years or so and  I have always wanted one of those blogs to really stick and be something that I kept up with, and it even made it on to my bucket list of something that I wanted to accomplish – to create and maintain a blog for at least a year. And today marks the one year anniversary of earthtocassie.wordpress.com, and I couldn’t be more excited.

 

2A lot has happened in a year, but also not a lot has changed. I find myself in the first week at my new “big girl” job that I have been dreaming about since before I declared myself a Public Relations major. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I hope that anyone who reads my blog has enjoyed my posts over the past year, and will continue to follow me through the next year of blogging.

– earthtocassie