I am engaged!

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Holy hell, I am engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I admit to being somewhat MIA lately as life has been quite the rollercoaster. On March 10th Mike proposed and I said YES.  Contrary to my oversharing on this blog, I like to keep my relationship very private. Our engagement followed suit with Mike proposing in our apartment, just the two of us. Afterwards we met our families at a nearby bar, and then headed to a party to celebrate with our closest friends. It surpassed all my expectations and I wish I could go back and relive that Friday over again.

Growing up I always told myself I would not get married before 30 (cue the “God laughs at plans” quote). Instead, now I am 26 and engaged to my bestest pal who I can’t wait to annoy forever. I was very vocal with Mike about the fact that I wanted to be engaged and the type of ring I wanted. In my opinion, long gone are the days where women are to stay silent in one of the biggest decisions of their lives.  Some people may feel it’s unromantic to have these realistic discussions with your partner before you have taken that final official commitment. However, marriage is a BIG FREAKING DEAL and romance is only one part of that relationship. Yes, love is awesome but I also want to be logical when deciding if I want to spend THE REST OF MY LIFE with someone. I encourage everyone to break out of traditional gender roles surrounding engagements and marriage and just be honest with your feelings.

My dad, yes, my dad, once gave me a great piece of advice about relationships. He told me, “you could go to bed with the most attractive person in the world, but you’re still going to have to roll over in the morning and talk to them—better make sure it’s a good one.”

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white jeans, sweater, converse

In other news, I’m obsessed with wearing white on white (these pictures were taken before our engagement, I promise!!!). I paired the Gap jeans with Converse because I am a creature of comfort. Throw in a scarf, or colorful purse with your white and cream outfit and you will be looking like a bride in no time.

Xoxo

MM

Let’s get alive

Recently, as February weather has been feeling more like May here in Philly, I realized my enduring desire for change and why I may need to reevaluate that perspective.

To change, with love

I love change. To me, change is like a dear friend who consistently delivers a great time, every time.

Perhaps you are a creature of comfort and habit, and so you must currently feel repulsed at my pure adoration of change. Let me break down our “situation,” and all the offers change brings to the table. I love the change of season, I love moving and a new home, I love meeting new people, I love starting a new job, I love get rid of half my closet (more room for new goodies), I love new bars, I love new places—I’m sure you’re starting to get the picture. I’m aware a therapist would probably say this love of change comes from my inability to feel satisfied with most everything in my life. Minus relationships—I am good at finding, keeping and loving good people for a long time. I digress.

So— BOOM came the change in weather this weekend and with it an all-natural high similar to the feeling I get when given an alcoholic beverage or bacon in bed.

Let’s Get Happy

I’m sure we all can think of things that facilitate a natural substance-free high, which led me to my next thought: how do I emulate this high on a daily basis? I compiled a list of ways I am going to try to “EMBRACE THE MOMENT, AND LET GO OF THE NEED TO CONTROL,” (the caps are included because those mantras are still a work in progress for me).

  • Write, write and write some more. It fills my happiness cup to the brim and even if no one in the world ever reads this post, I will sleep better tonight because I lived a creative day.
  • Go for a walk. I never regret hauling myself (even if it’s just around the block) to get some fresh air and feel the outside.
  • Don’t react, let go. This one is still a work in progress for me, but the Four Agreements mantra, “don’t take anything personally,” helps me feel like this is an attainable goal.
  • Put the phone down. If I’m spending time with the ones I love, or just a live person, show some human decency and INTERACT.
  • Take a probiotic. I find my intoxicated-self running a personal advertising business for probiotics because I’ve been so impressed with their effect on my body. But for real, they work wonders on your gut, vagina and brain health, so take them.

All of these items force me to live in the moment, and not escape into a fantasy world of change. I don’t think about my “amazing,” yet nonexistent future home, job, car, blog, etc. Instead, I am fully ingrained in the moment, feeling some form of being alive.

I challenge you to make a list of ways you can improve your personal focus. Do you ever escape to an alternate reality to feel some type of way? If so, remember I’m with you, BUT together we can push a tad further outside our comfort zones and a little closer to feeling quality happiness, everyday.

Last but certainly not least, purchasing these $13 DOLLAR loafers from Primark, also makes me feel quite satisfied in the moment. Another win from this outfit are the Adidas leggings in which I have been frequenting/stalking the Center City Macy’s, potentially too many times.

Here’s to a weekend full of shoes less expensive than Tito’s, and life spent feeling ALIVE.

Hallelujah xx

Mom jeans on a kid’s budget

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Happy almost weekend! Amidst all the craziness taking place right now in our country, sometimes we need a mental vacation. I hopped on an invisible plane recently and took a trip to my local mall, where I was greeted by Mom jeans on Mom jeans.

I may not be using the technical fashion term to describe these precious pants, but I feel like you know a Mom jean when you see one.  The Mom jean, lighter in wash, high-waisted, roomy through the legs and fitted ankles, have made a comeback. However, unlike the ghost of their mother’s past, we are styling them with over-sized coats, booties, delicate jewelry and tight knit tops.

Wearing a pair of Mom jeans can make your outfit feel unique, yet comfortable, which is a sentiment quiet similar to the feeling we get from the “Mom’s” they once covered.

As we enter the “in between” fashion weather season,  we discover perhaps the best part about Mom jeans: their year-long versatility. Purchase a pair of Mom jeans now, and come summer you can continue to confidently don them.

For my fellow friends with champagne taste on an invisible budget, Mom jeans don’t have to break the bank. I recently purchased these frayed-ankle Mom jeans at H&M for under $40 dollars!  Primark also has affordable styles, available here.

So please be sure to take yourself on that mental vacation, and perhaps pick-up some Mom jeans along the way. Then return to us all, protest sign in hand.

Happy shopping xx

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mom jeans, jeans, blue jeans, high waisted jeans

The Women’s March

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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “the hottest place in hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict…an individual who accepts evil without protesting against it, is really cooperating with it.”

The Women’s March in Washington D.C.

Last Saturday, I attended the Women’s March in Washington DC, and it was a day I will never forget. I first heard about the march a few weeks after Election Day, while still consumed with feelings of defeat, shock and utter disappointment. I immediately booked a hotel room and started texting my fellow justice-hungry gal pals. After Hillary’s defeat, I too felt absolutely crushed by the system. On the flip side, a different part of me had been awoken.

To my very core, I felt an undeniable push to finally attempt to “be the change I wanted to see in the world.” As someone who has been interested in politics for as long as I can remember, it was as if the election had created the perfect storm. For lack of over using epic analogies, the world had lit a fire under my comfortable white privileged butt.

The Women’s March was incredible—and it was only the beginning. It was a day filled with peace, love, acceptance and LOTS of emotions. When I saw elderly women marching in their wheel chairs, it brought me to tears. Here were women of all colors and life experiences, refusing to accept defeat. Perhaps that is the message we should all takeaway; the resilience of the human spirit. Those women in their wheel chairs, after a lifetime of being burned, continued to rise from the fire.

Around the Women’s March, I encompassed the usual questions and comments from critics afraid of the unfamiliar, often unaware of the extreme societal advantages we have experienced. “What will a march really accomplish?” or “I don’t get protests.” I wanted to shout at the top of my already large lunges—THEN YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND INEQUALITY. I encourage everyone, myself included, to take a closer look at their life experiences. Do I have a home, food to eat, friends I celebrate with, student loans that mark I was deemed eligible for an education, a car to transport me, vacation days, HEALTHCARE and a 401K? If so, may we all count are many blessings.

I recently heard an analogy about inequality that struck me: Meg and Kelly both want to get to the 3rd floor. It takes Meg three steps to arrive, but Kelly must take six steps to get to the same floor, this is inequality. America is a home without walls, a place created to welcome diversity. We must not forget our civic duty to fight for those who cannot use their voices, for fear of persecution. As the ever so eloquent social rights activist, Desmond Tutu, said, “if you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.”

Finally, I hope to arrive at a place where being a politically active member of society is not seen as being radical or overly opinionated. I also hope that politics loses it’s often deceitful and dirty connotation. I wish for all people to feel empowered to take on whatever cause keeps you up at night. I encourage you to let that cause open a new realm of passion in your life.

Looking for some more inspiration? Below are some photos from the wonderful Women’s March, and stay tuned for an upcoming post of ways to get involved in your local community.

In the meantime, happy protesting.

Xx

 

Hot Take of the Week: Winter White

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winter white, white jeans, the gap

If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it once enough: “you can’t wear white after Labor Day.”

But come on, rules are meant to be broken!!

For example, those white jeans you were going to pack away until Memorial Day, keep them out! Sporting a pair of white jeans during the winter months adds a new dimension to your otherwise plain-Jane jean ensemble.

I recently purchased these frayed white jeans from The Gap, which are currently on sale for under $20 dollars! Pair your winter white with a chunky scarf or over-sized sweater, and suddenly you’ve traveled from the Hampton’s all the way to Aspen. AND if you’re really trying to break some rules pair your (now winter) white jeans with a cream sweater, like one of my favorites from H&M, found here. You can also purchase my H&M knit turtleneck sweater here for under $40 dollars.

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When I’m not too busy breaking fashion rules, I find myself craving MORE booties. My new favorite Marc Fisher beige booties, pictured above, are a must have item. I love the way the beige color looks with white jeans, as well as with black tights and denim. You can purchase these for under $100 dollars at Macy’s, available here.

I would like to end with a quick shout-out to my new friend at Macy’s whose name I can’t quite remember. Anyway, my new Macy’s-Shoe-Fairy-Godmother clued me in on a little tip: in order to sustain the life of a boot, thick socks should always be worn. Personally, I never wore thick socks with my booties. However, since my Macy’s-Shoe-Fairy-Godmother gifted me this new little piece of wisdom, I wear thick socks in booties for my Cinderella self.

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Finally, if you’re digging my dark green nails as much as I am, it’s “Serene Green” shellac.

Xoxo

MM

What I’m Thankful for…

Since Thanksgiving is TOMORROW, I would like to share my list of current commodities I’m thankful for this year. Some items are a bit deeper than others, but what’s the point of life if you can’t laugh at yourself/joke when you’re not supposed to/eat popcorn in your bed?

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  • My cohabited tiny box-aka my apartment. This June my boyfriend and I decided to move in together. The experience has been wonderful and almost too easy of a transition. I still love me some Meg Time, but living with your significant other isn’t too bad after all. Stay tuned for an additional post on our full apartment decor, pictured above.
  • Vodka: the one consistency in my life. Reliable, profound and eccentric, vodka is always there when I need her. She doesn’t punish me the next day and her relationship with club soda and lime is something we should all strive to emulate.
  • The NPR Politics Podcast. If you’re looking to get into your first podcast, or even trying something new: STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND DOWNLOAD THIS NOW. Seriously, this podcast has given me life and knowledge during this past year. With new episodes every Thursday, it’s easy to follow and gives you good citizen brownie points, because current events matter!
  • My new coffee treat: a Blonde Soy Misto. As the winter months approach, my wonderful (instead of “very special”. Alliteration sounds better) work pal Deirdre turned me onto this new coffee twist, which is essentially steamed coffee with soy milk. Lactose intolerant women everywhere: let us rejoice.
  • The art of looking up, literally. Living in a city can strip you of the experience of being in nature, but I recently read about the importance of looking up. It may sound silly but I find myself doing this all the time now. Simply focusing your gaze on the sky for a few moments is an effective way to improve your mood and center yourself. I encourage you to try this next time you’re stressed and note how you feel after.
  • GroupMe: An app where my intelligent, witty and sometimes morally corrupt pals come together daily to remind each other, there’s no line in comedy.
  • Last but certainly not least, my queen, my girl, my sun, my moon: Hillary Clinton. I am thankful to Hill, for lighting a fire under my privileged/safe/comfortable butt to go out and be the change I wish to see in the world.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

I am woman, hear me roar.

When I think back two weeks, I feel a sense of sadness. I feel as if I was in the eye of the hurricane, full of excitement for the future, yet blissfully unaware of the danger ahead. Then, like much of life, the storm hit and everything turned upside down.

Donald Trump is the President elect.

Let me be clear and repeat the sentiments I have already shared on my Instagram. I am a logical person who is obsessed with politics, and I have a deep sense of trust in our democracy. I trust America and the system of checks and balances implemented by our founding fathers to protect all people.

However, emotionally I was devastated. My devastation, like millions of others across America, took on many forms. First, there was sadness and shock, how could this happen? I spent most of Wednesday, November 9th crying, which in hindsight was a moving experience. I had the pleasure of mourning and watching Hillary give her graceful concession speech in the company of my fellow female coworkers.

Next came anger, because women deserved this. I wanted so badly for a daughter, mother and grandmother to lead, like they do in so many of our lives. I wanted America to break that final glass ceiling and I wanted Hillary to do it. Lena Dunham wrote an essay about the election, featured here on Lenny Letter. She described the feeling of injustice, and the system failing her. I instantly related to this notion: how lucky and sheltered I am that this is my first taste of heartbreak from the system. Dunham writes,

“It’s a privilege to be heartbroken by the system for the first time at age 30. So many people — those in the prison system, those with undocumented American relatives, those who are trans, who are queer, who are people of color, who are Muslim, who are trying to prosecute their abusers — have felt the crushing failure of the system over and over again. This is just another dark week. This isn’t surreal like a death or a bad diagnosis. This is their life.”

Finally—inspiration. Life goes on, and feelings fade with time, but I will not let go of this feeling. Currently, I am so inspired, so full of purpose and drive, ready to conquer the world ahead. Now more than ever women must come together. We must join forces to lift each other, love each other and encourage each other to make a decisive choice towards love, always.

I am lucky. I grew up with a Mother who told me I could be anything I want, all on my own. She never let me forget that being a woman is indescribable privilege. For all those out there who have been told otherwise, let me set the record straight. You are a fucking shooting star. Now is our time to rise up together for those who came before and for all who come after.

We must cherish the incredible sisterhood women everywhere share, and never forget love always trumps hate.

Sincerely,

A very nasty woman.

Above all, persevere.

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Liz Gilbert shared a story in her recent novel, Big Magic. The story struck a chord with me. It begins with a man, fed up with writing for no reward. The man asks famous American writer Richard Ford to share his advice for how to proceed. This man, sick of being told to “persevere”, begged Ford to avoid all guidance of that nature. According to my beloved Big Magic, he answered:

“Sir, I am sorry for your disappointment. Please believe me, I would never insult you by simply telling you to preserver. I can’t even imagine how discouraging that would be to hear, after all these years of rejection. In fact, I will tell you something else—something that may surprise you. I’m going to tell you to quit.

I say this to you only because writing is clearly bringing you no pleasure. It is only bringing you pain. Our time on earth is short and should be enjoyed. You should leave this dream behind and go find something else to do with your life. Travel, take up new hobbies, spend time with your family and friends, and relax. But don’t write anymore, because it’s obviously killing you.

However I will say this. If you happen to discover, after a few years away from writing, that you have found nothing that takes its place in your life—nothing that fascinates or moves you, or inspires you to the same degree that writing once did…well then, sir, I’m afraid you will have no choice but to preserver.”

Since I started working a “real” job again, it has been extremely difficult for me to stay motivated and dedicated to blogging. Perhaps because I am back in touch with reality, and reality is not always glamorous. I work long hours, go out to decompress on the weekends and am up to my ears in bills and student loans. This is not pretty; it’s not me posing in an alley in a dress and high heels. My life is very similar to most people; messy, complicated and often filled with stress and uncertainty.

Make no mistake, I have spent the past few months constantly questioning why I have neglected this blog and creative writing. Lately, I have struggled with feeling inauthentic posting anther photo of flowers next to my sandals. I want to create and share content that helps improve my readers’ lives. I want to inspire others to follow their dreams and never remain stagnant. I also want to be honest about what my life is like outside of a filtered Instagram “moment.”

So—what now?

I am going TRY to make this process as simple as possible. I am going to write. For me, writing is a lot like exercise (except I wish the effects of practicing were the same). I always feel better after I write. Writing makes me feel energetic, inspired and alive. So, why would I quit on something that takes nothing from me and yet gives me so much in return?

Heading back up to my somewhat sarcastic reference about flower Instagram posts, unapologetically, I am still going to post those “basic” photos. Sometimes life moments aren’t that serious and should be celebrated with a well filtered VSCO photo.

However, I DO plan to share deeper content around wellness and happiness, more frequently. I realized that I legitimately cannot name one person my age who is completely satisfied with their career, relationship, friendships, financial situation or mental health, myself included. I want to explore this topic and be honest that no one has it ALL together.

For now, I hope you join the next stage of my journey here on Madly Megan. I’m afraid I have no choice but to persevere.

Wine and Words: Part Three

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Wine, MadlyMegan

It’s been quite awhile since our last “Wine and Words.” With summer approaching, I wanted to wrap up the series to make way for exciting new content to inspire all of you right in time for Summer. I have been struggling to create authentic and inspired material to share with those willing to listen. But, I think after some serious “me” time and reflecting, I am excited for the road ahead.

For now, please enjoy the final episode of “Wine and Words.” Since we last checked in with Molly, Caroline and Kristen there have been significant changes for my dear ladies. You won’t believe me–but in the same week all three of these girls went from single to coupled up with new boyfriends. Keep your eyes peeled for a new relationship round table coming soon. But for now, grab a glass of your special medicine and read below to remind yourself life ain’t perfect.

Megan: What advice would you give your college-self, regarding your work or life path? If you could change one thing, what would it be? Since that’s the 20/20 hindsight we can offer right now.

I know personally I would get way more involved on campus.  Like I think to myself “why didn’t you do the newspaper or 40 clubs?”  I will pat myself on the back for my internships and going abroad. But I am an idiot for not getting more involved.

Caroline:  If you know what you want to focus on when you graduate, get involved in something that has to do with that. Your grades do not matter; your experience and the connections you make matter.

I will say my GPA was horrible, but I got called in for my interviews because of the two previous internships I completed in college, and connections I made, not my grades.

Kristen: I feel like I fixated on the GPA—took things too seriously and studied like I was becoming a doctor. I didn’t study abroad but looking back I wish I made it work.  I would definitely not change my career path though.

Molly: This may sound self-righteous but I’m really happy with myself in college, like I had five internships, and I joined the on campus TV station.  It prepared me because when I went on my first real job interview, I had a whole portfolio of every internship with highlights of my accomplishments mapped out in a binder.

The only thing I would change is studying abroad.

Megan: My last is a two-part question: on a scale of 1-10 how important is your career in your life, 10 meaning its most important, and one meaning its just a necessity. Where does your career sit in your heart now and in 10 years?

Kristen: I feel like for me it’s a seven or eight right now, and maybe in five years I’ll be pregnant or something, so I couldn’t see it going any higher than it is now.

Caroline: I thought I was more invested but when I think about it, I think I’m comfortable and it’s maybe a 5 or 6.  I think it’s also like I spend all my energy at work, I’m single, I don’t have a family and I don’t have any higher priorities right now then making money and paying rent.

I just don’t ever see it, unless I get in a position where I’m in a leadership role, I don’t see it increasing in this position. My goal is to find jobs I have more interest in and hopefully have it increase.

Molly: I think I actually see it increasing.  Since going from the position I just had where I could go to work with my eyes closed and say “okay that was a good day”—and now I’m at a higher level of work.  I’m putting myself at a seven because right now it has a lot of my attention.

My next thing is I definitely want to keep climbing the ladder and have a leadership role, where I get to use my leadership skills to manage a team.  So in that sense I think it could only grow and that’s important to me.

Megan: To close out this discussion we are all 25 or 24. If you could change one thing in your millennial life, good or bad, personal or work related, what would you change?

Caroline: How lame an answer is a boyfriend? I mean since I’ve started working I feel like there is definitely something missing.

I think maybe I’ve been in Philly my whole life, should I be looking in other cities for a job? But now I’m at the point where I’m like “I love Philly,” and I love having my friends.  So maybe I just want someone to come home to and listen to me vent about work.

But maybe this is just how all Millennials feel, like not 100% about anything.

Kristen:  I don’t know what I would change because I’m happy with my career, so I’m struggling with this question.

The one thing on my mind is that I wish I studied abroad or traveled more, like I don’t think I’m the type of person that’s going to do that now.  I would have to be stalked and pushed to do that.

Molly: My initial thought is I feel like to myself and people our age—the question of the “what if” is so prominent.  We are at a time where we are single, we have no families, and the only thing to worry about is work and ourselves.  So, the “what if” is like do I move, is this my real career path, what will life be in 5 years, but it won’t be answered.

Caroline: I think it’s almost worse sometimes that there is nothing tying me down.  Like nothing is stopping me from taking a job in Chicago.  So it’s like I hate not being tied down in some ways, because I hate having so many options.

Megan: We are a new generation of yes is always the answer and there are always options; so to think “oh I have 5 more years to f*ck around,” it can be overwhelming and daunting.

Caroline: I think traveling the world is just so much more of a common occurrence now, “like did you hear that kid teaching in Thailand” or “she just quit her job to do yoga full-time,” and it’s like should I be traveling around aimlessly?  You think so much more about what if I’m not doing something that I could be doing.

Kristen: Yes, I think social media makes people depressed and I think that’s such a prominent topic among people our age.

You see people doing all these cool things and you’re like “oh great I’m home on my couch.” I remember reading someone famous said they would never want go back to their 20’s because it’s like the “figure-it-out” years.  Millennials just overanalyze like oh I’m single, I’m miserable, what am I doing, because we have so much free time to think.

Caroline: You see other people hit landmarks that you personally are nowhere near and it makes you second-guess yourself.

In college everyone is doing the same thing, you go out and get wasted all weekend, and on Sunday’s everyone else in lounging in bed.  But now you wake up on Sundays, and you are like am I too old for this?

Kristen: I feel like if you’re single you wonder when am I going to meet someone, or get married or have babies?

Caroline: My point is the grass is always greener in your 20’s—if you’re single, you want a boyfriend, if you have a boyfriend, you’re jealous of how much fun single people are having.  I just think you have to get to a point where you are confident in yourself.

Megan: Right and I think that comes with age.  I struggle career wise with the fact that ever since I was little I’ve been writing in my diary these unrealistic expectations, like I want to be a model, and the first female president.  Sometimes I’m just like I wish I didn’t care and was content with whatever, but I do put pressure on myself.  I think that’s where my head goes when I think grass is always greener, that I should be doing more.

Molly: I think the happiness level thing is pretty funny.  I don’t know, and this is sad, but I don’t know if you asked anyone in their mid-20’s if you could find someone who could genuinely say I am 100-percent happy in my life right now.

Caroline: I don’t think anyone warns you that you are going feel like you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, and you don’t know which way to go.

Kristen: I feel like when we all graduated college we had these high hopes and expectations about certain things, and now you just have so many different pressures, there is more responsibility, as you get older

Megan: You are becoming your own person so we have to figure out how to have confidence in ourselves.

Molly: I think you find your happiness in the little moments that happen throughout the day, because there is no other way to look at life and be like I’m super happy at least everyday.

MegTime: Keep calm and work on

Welcome to the second edition of MegTime!

This week I want to focus on ways to find a work-life balance.  Inspired by recent events in my personal life, and also experiences within the lives of those closest to me, I would like to share some tips to help you (and me) chill out at work.

Conference calls, client emails, forgotten attachments, appointments and Outlook are all terms that can give the average person a near death experience on any given day.  Everyone handles a “crisis” at work differently.  Some people blame themselves, some blame their opponent and some don’t feel phased at all.  I suppose it’s the perfectionist in me, but I usually find myself falling on the “blaming yourself” side. It is easy to spend the remainder of the day feeling like the world is ending because you forgot a recipient on an email.  From what I’ve gathered from my friends, finding that healthy mental work life balance is a daily struggle.

How exactly do we, and should we, deal? Yes, it is JUST work, but I believe your ability to take responsibility for your actions directly reflects your character.

For the first tip, I look to one of the most consistent and reliable teachers: TIME. Spend enough time doing or feeling anything and chances are you will experience a change that leads to some type of peace.  Yes, when you first start a new job everything is unfamiliar and can be terrifying, but as more time passes the easier it all gets.  I believe this philosophy can be applied to all aspects of life, from a breakup, to a loss or even a big move in your life.  Eventually, the unfamiliar becomes familiar and with that comes comfortability and (hopefully) more success, with more confident work.  So, first thing’s first: give it time. It heals all.

The second piece of advice comes from my very own mother: MISTAKES ARE LEARNING LESSONS. My mom is hands down my favorite person to call in times of severe Meg-style panic attacks.  She has a grace under fire that I hope to one day emulate. For as long as I can remember my mom has always told me, “it’s okay to make a mistake. You will learn from it and chances are you will not do it again.”  She also never let me dwell (or wallow in self-pity) with said mistakes. No dramatics and cut the tears, mistakes are a part of life and without them learning would be a much more boring and time-consuming process.

Lastly, this a personal piece of advice I have picked up along my short, yet sweet, job journey: NO JOB IS GUARANTEED. I learned this the hard way when I was laid-off last May, but it is something I still hold close.  You could be the most productive employee around and sometimes the ax falls and you will find yourself in its path.  It’s important to remember, there will always be other jobs. Sometimes sh*t happens, so try your best and expect the unexpected.

Next time when you want to go cry in the bathroom (shout-out to a special reader at home), remember these three tips: give it time, mistakes are learning lessons, and no job is guaranteed.

Happy MegTime.