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Where to begin?

It still feels unreal, and here’s my forewarning to you: it might get sappy. 

TL;DR: I got offered a pretty perfect position, and I’M STOKED. And I will be returning to Austin, TX…sometime.

LONG READ: Fall 2014. I’m feeling a little mopey, but I’m searching for jobs on full blast. I have an extensive Excel sheet to prove it (thank you Jaime for inspiring that). My Excel sheet had everything: company name, contact info, what industry, when I’ve contacted them, links and status. Down the list, you would see a company called Manes & Co. I found them through ACL. Yes, that’s right, Austin City Limits Music Festival. I had been Twitter stalking, and found the agency because I discovered that one of their clients was one of my favorite brands: Cuvée Coffee.

An email was sent out of curiosity, and I wasn’t expecting anything back…but I received a response from the Mane guy himself. Pro Tip: People will tell you that submitting emails to “” or submitting a form is futile, but let me tell you- I’ve gotten a job offer/agency tour/contacts from submitting a form. Not all hope should be lost. 

Anyhoo, emails were exchanged, questions were answered, but unfortunately they were not hiring at the time. I was bummed, but the overarching theme: not all hope should be lost. He let me know that 2-3 months down the road, I would have a shot. Excited for the possibility, but continued on my search. If you’ve been keeping up, I’ve experienced a few jobs since then and now.

*Fast forward to July 2015*

Scrolling through my Twitter Feed, as I do, a job posting caught my eye. It was from Manes & Co. Here it was, that shot. It was a long shot, but it was a shot nonetheless. And I kid you not, as I was drafting my email to Manes, the Mane man emailed me. A few revisions to my resume and several drafts of emails later- *airplane e-mail noise.* A phone interview was scheduled and a talk later- I was offered a job.

I was offered THE job.  

I would get the opportunity to represent one of my favorite brands, be a part of building another one and be a Mane team member. (I am already obsessed with making this my Mane pun. Now, I finally understand why people make puns out of my name.) What a feeling. To not only be offered a [pretty perfect job], with an ideal situation, and for your soon-to-be-but-now-is boss to be so confident in you and your abilities.

It’s nice.

For a couple of weeks, I was feeling static, professionally. I love what I do, but I didn’t know where I was going…and I was wondering if I was going anywhere at all. A part of it was feeling directionless, but a part of it was the lack of motivation to pick up a map. You know? But I was 100% aware that no one was going to give me that map, I had to go and direct myself. Hope is not lost, but it’s if you keep that door open, if you keep going toward it, if you still want it. (Whatever “it” is.)

And while some people may believe that this job fell into my lap, I assure you it did not. Feels like it, sometimes…but no job ever does. Nothing ever falls into your lap, but maybe if you knock something over while sitting. *knee slap* (No one? Ok.) So, yes, I will be making my way back to the city of music, the city of breakfast tacos, the city of every festival, the city of ESK, Pieous, ABW and of course, Cuvée Coffee (and Tecovas Boots!). Sooner than I expected, but not too soon! I’m still slinging coffee, so come visit me sometime Houston friends.

What’s the title of this blog post again? Oh yes, not all hope should be lost.

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Little by little, I’m becoming more vulnerable on this blog. What is Houston doing to me? It’s making me soft…

Or maybe it’s age. Or maybe it’s because I’m choosing to be more willing to share. It’s probably Brene Brown and Jamie Tworkowski, too. WHO KNOWS? But now I know that I’m circling…

Anyhow, I’m not talking professional life today, I’m talking about personal. And this may be my personal blog, but I find that Instagram is the top platform where I get pretty personal. With that being said, I can tell you that my Instagram is an inaccurate representation of my life. (But isn’t everyone’s Instagram?)

When I post things anywhere on the Internet, I try to be as authentic as possible. Even with my food puns. I choose not to post certain things. However, I never intend to mislead someone to thinking that I have some ideal life when there are times that home girl is crying while she watches a Shaytards vlog. Home girl is me, by the way. But I guess there’s a large part that is uncontrollable. Because people will piece together whatever they choose how to perceive your life. And it doesn’t matter how authentic or genuine you are trying to be. I’m still circling…

Here it is, TL; DR: If I post sad Instagrams, is that wrong? Am I searching for pity? If I only post happy Instagrams, am I being unauthentic? Will people think that I’m a back-door-bragger? Am I doing it to accumulate Likes, comments or is it something else?

I really think about these questions. Granted, I post [some of] them anyway, but there are those thoughts that cross my mind. I mean, what has it come to for me? Why do I worry? Why do I care? Am I overthinking it (this is what I tell myself a lot. It’s just a photo sharing tool.) What am I searching for? Am I searching at all?

What is driving my compulsion to share?

Here’s a real personal example: This past week hasn’t been the greatest week. It’s been filled with a little bit of everything: anxiety, disappointment, hurt, sadness. And I posted this Instagram. It may have been one of my most sad and honest Instagrams. It didn’t get that many Likes. Not as many as the one that followed, which was a “happier one.” Why is that? And then I think, why care? I shared a real moment. I wanted to, because it was accurate. I tried to end it on a good note, because in reality in my mind- no one wants to find a sad Instagram on their feed…and I didn’t either. 1) Because that’s a downer, no? but 2) With the sadness I felt, I am surrounded by people who wanted me to feel better, to talk with me, to spend time with me. I felt thankful and encouraged, and I had to share that moment of clarity.

Anyway, that’s how I Instagram. It’s a part of my life. Hello.

Feel free to piece what you think my life is (@thutexas). Or, feel free to share with me what you think about Instagram.

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Update: I totally wrote a post similar to this, with similar feelings. So I guess I’m not a robot after all! 

[Disclaimer: I actually wrote this with pen-and-paper] 

This is also known as “fear of missing out” syndrome. Continuing with the theme that “knowledge is power” and my unrelenting habit to know all things…

here's me on my phone, photo credit goes to Sadia

here’s me on my phone, photo credit goes to Sadia

FOMO syndrome. At least that’s what Mashable calls it. Here’s the article. It’s funny and sad how much I can identify with the statistics. I am definitely guilty for looking at my phone right before bed and turning to it first thing in the morning. BUT I’m trying to cut back, I really do feel that it hinders a good-night-sleep. Today’s post is actually a transfer from paper to digital because last night I was challenged to a night of “no Internet”. And sure, it’s easy when you’re out doing something…but I didn’t have any plans. It was just me in my apartment, and I already painted my nails. It’s weird to say that I felt lucky that I was interning this morning and that meant an early night. Isn’t it also weird for me to think that it’s weird that I had to have a brainstorming session to come up with what to do for the rest of my night?
Here’s what I came up with (it took me a good 30 minutes):

Read, write (obviously), draw/doodle, find new word of the day, clean, organize, dance, sing, singing & dancing to vinyls, work out, shower, bake, write a poem, think, try to write a poem, think of what to wear tomorrow, paint toenails, throw away frivolous paper/food, clean bike, come up with my own quote and a plan to coin it, look the orchid in my room very closely, ride my bike (too hot…), make cocktail w/things in my house, see what could catch fire (but I shouldn’t), try to fill the last page of my Moleskine with something important, look up random words in the dictionary, think of names for other people’s kids, count coins, fold paper, try to find black construction paper…DO SOMETHING

And that was the end of my pen-and-paper…I ended up listening to my vinyls, baking, taking more-than-enough trips to the grocery store, and delivering my baked goods to some goofballs. I survived and I didn’t miss out on anything. That’s the thing: the Internet and it’s information (or whatever you’re going to call it) is always going to be there, I can always scroll through my FB newsfeed. But I can’t go back to intangible moments. Those moments are fleeting. This isn’t goodbye to blogging and social media, it never is. I just need to opt-out from time to time and to stop looking at my phone to start/end my day.

You are only truly missing out when you are not wealthy in moments.

Also here’s a shameless plug: if you have time and like to read about 3D printing, please read this blog post I wrote for the company I blog for here. I got some jokes in there too, so thank you in advance for reading it!

If you’ve spoken to me, you know how I feel about social media. Long story, short: I love it and hate it, simultaneously. I use it routinely and on weird occasions, social media like Twitter has blessed me with some pretty wonderful opportunities. Today is the day I share one of them.

Everyday, I do my daily read-through on the TwitterFeed. I follow a variety of users: my friends, ad agencies, Disney job listings, music artists, local restaurants, etc. One website I follow is Do512, they collect and compile events happening in Austin so locals and non-locals know what’s going on in our city each day. On one fine afternoon early March, I saw a tweet from Do512 calling for anyone who wanted to work during SXSW with a company called Warby Parker. To me, I thought the universe was trying to send me a sign because it seemed like the universe knew what I was thinking. I adore Warby Parker as a company and to work alongside people who work for them during SXSW (and get paid while doing so)- where do I sign?

I had such a wonderful and bizarre experience the couple of days I worked. From the people I met on the WP team to the other brand ambassadors to the bands who played at the event, who would’ve thought it was due to a Twitter posting? For some of the other brand ambassadors, it was just a temporary gig, but I saw it a bit differently. I came out with more knowledge about glasses than I’d ever thought, I discovered bands I have become obsessed with (*cough* HAIM *cough*), and I made a friend who is amazing and so inspiring. If anyone from Warby Parker is reading this, y’all are wonderful, I hope our paths cross again.

Twitter: A blessing wrapped in a nightmare.

This was my uniform for 3 days. We had hats you guys.

Sidebar: If you need awesome spectacles (or polarized sunglasses for a price of $95), get yourself over to And if you get some or are thinking about it, tell me which frames you got, I’d love to know!

Also: On my way to work, I passed by Franklin’s BBQ and I saw Anthony Bourdain filming for a “No Reservations” episode about Austin [which will aired on September 3 apart of his last season, *cry*]. I screamed in my car for a good 20 seconds and it was fantastic. Just saying, I wouldn’t have drove pass if I wasn’t working at SXSW…