Small Steps, Big Moves


If you’ve ever changed jobs, moved or left a tainted relationship you’ve taken a step.

It doesn’t matter how large the step is, and honestly, how vital it felt to take it. What matters most is that you took it. See, in life these small steps add up to much larger paths. These small twists and turns become much larger branches on the tree that is our life — too deep? Sorry, I’m feeling it. 

As most of you know, I went to school for Art History. I studied the Italian Renaissance and had every painting, sculpture and photo memorized by date, medium and era. And while I studied abroad my junior year of college, I knew upon graduation that continuing along this path wasn’t for me.

You see, I moved to Boston thinking I wanted to work in a gallery or museum. I tirelessly applied to job listings, perfected my resume and even made phone calls to those I thought could help get me in the door. No luck.

I was unemployed for 4 months.

Cruising through my savings all while trying to not get discouraged, part of me knew this wasn’t the right path. Something was telling me to go forth in another direction. So I did.

I found a indoor cycling position (which I had been certified in since college), worked as a receptionist at the gym and was a cocktail waitress. I persevered because I knew that’s what I had to do — I was not about to wallow in self pity over not finding a job that utilized my degree.

A few years later I became a certified personal trainer, began writing this blog and discovered an entire world I had not yet been privy too.

So what am I saying? Talk that step.

It will undoubtedly be hard. You may even second guess yourself. But, at the end of the day, you’re moving forward.

“Tip toe if you must, but take the step.”


Twitter Trolls & Ignoring The Comments

e592d35b44bfc74a535d2d3b97ee5c59If I have learned one thing from writing a blog, working for a publication and being a member of social media, it’s that you have to have thick skin.

I am talking skin made out of … Well, I’m not quite sure, but it’s got to be unbreakable.

Why? Because as soon as you dip your big toe into the ocean that is the internet harsh waves in the form of comments and tweets begin to swell around you.

Remember the saying, ‘Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me?’

Who the heck said that? Because, I tripped over a Christmas tree (read: a stick) awaiting pick-up this morning and it merely scratched my ankle. No blood and certainly no tears. To me, this is lightyears less impactful than the words that are displayed on Twitter, Facebook and beyond.

So why did I bring this up?

We’ll, if you are friends with me on the ole FB, you know I recently wrote a story about juice cleansing for BostInno. I interviewed two parties. In my opinion they are both experts in their field (read more about their backstory here). The article was a pros vs. cons on the popular method of detoxing … and since I am neither for or against nor am I an expert, I let these two strong women take the reigns.

I asked the questions, they gave me answers.

Mmm. Sounds too good too be true. It was. I immediately began receiving nasty tweets from complete strangers (okay, that’s Twitter for you) who were not giving their opinions on the controversial topic, but instead bashing me as a writer.

It didn’t stop there.

More tweets and comments began flooding in and before I knew it that big toe I had so boldly dipped into the ocean turned into a full body emersion. That small wake, now a crashing wave.

I left work that day feeling pretty defeated. Thick skin or not, you can only get beat down so many times before the comments wear on you and your confidence to produce valuable content.

I plopped on the couch, kicked up my feet and vowed to not check Twitter for the rest of the night. While watching my new favorite show, The Girlfriends Guide to Divorce — thank you Bravo  — I was quickly distracted by the story line which dealt with the main character (who is an author) and her haters/their rude comments.

And then this was said,

“Nobody truly interesting is universally liked.”

Just like that my mood changed.

I started viewing these words as fuel to ignite my inner self. I reminded myself that in some ways this was simply modern day bullying; Someone hiding behind a computer screen was putting me down … and I wasn’t going to let it anymore.

Because I’m truly interesting. Because I work hard for the articles I produce. And if someone wants to chew me out or be mean on a social platform, let them. I am not universally liked … and that’s is fine by me.