I scheduled time to see friends this weekend — I haven’t seen them in over a year and was excited! We planned where to meet - a restaurant, Taylor’s Shellfish maybe? and I just felt my whole body tense up.
A restaurant? It’d be so crowded on a Saturday, and Covid is still here. We might have to wait for a table. And it’s always either too fucking sunny at Taylor’s or freezing cold.
I usually don’t host at home mostly because I hate cooking while loving fancy food.
but opening my eyes and being more flexible and leaning into what I want and problem solving (and advice from my sage sister) resulted in us hiring a local chef to make us lunch at my house
it was so amazing to stay at the home, we snacked on oysters, local cauliflower fritters with chive aioli, charcuterie, strawberry rhubarb bars, we stayed as long as we wanted, we set up the umbrella when it got too sunny, we didn’t drive there or back
my friend created a little tea cafe in his apartment and I feel like this is kind of the same energy
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nothing has been explained to me more than men telling me you can’t hang heavy shit on drywall without a stud
it is almost always followed by them failing to operate a stud finder correctly
but swear to god I must have really fucked this up in a past life to have to be explained this 100 times over. the first million times I was like “oh because I’m young they don’t know how handy & self-sufficient I am” but now there’s no explanation
I owe so much of my career to Meg inviting me in to share some of the earliest days of Rocksbox.
Damn, what a fucking education in building a business.
Meg had designed a product customers LOVED.
She taught me the value of healthy margins and stress of customer acquisition.
I know that being acquired by a public company will bring the Rocksbox vision -- women bringing their best selves to the world because they feel confident -- to a much larger scale 📈
(so funny to see the RB member described as "self-purchasing woman" 😂) forbes.com/sites/pamdanzi…
the most persistent, longest-running thread of trauma in my life is “you should have known better”
for the first 15 years of my life it was “you should have known better because everyone knows this” and for the next 15 years it was “you should have known better because you’re so smart” and now it’s “you should have known better because you have so much influence”
it’s driven my furious drive to always learn more about the world, but it never seems like I learn enough, or maybe not the right things?
and now I’m getting tired like fuck it seems like I can never get ahead of hearing this refrain so why bother trying
if you’re an extremely whacky fintech person I can’t recommend applying for a mortgage enough it is a wild and super fun time pscp.tv/w/ceh8vzg0Nzgz…
featuring frequently asked questions of me like “you list having $10,000 in “Affirm”. Which firm are you talking about? Is it a retirement firm?”
“What is H *squint* M Bradley?”
“Is this... Chime... $250... something?”
“I see you have an installment loan... for your rent?”
oh also I’ve heard lots of complaints about it being hard / annoying / outdated to get a mortgage but it actually seems like it is fun and easy my guess is that people who complain about this amount of documentation have never e.g. become a licensed money transmitter
ugh I tried to cook dinner last night (because doesn’t this look SO GOOD!) and it was so fucking hard and I was so resentful. Nothing kills my appetite faster than cooking. it put me in such a bad mood I got into bed at 9pm and listened to clubhouse while shopping for sweatpants
the salmon was raw and undercooked and the brocollini (WHICH IS COOKED TOGETHER IN THE SAME PAN) was all burnt?
I would have just tossed the whole thing in the trash but my boyfriend said gently Maia, it’s ok, I can fix this
but also HOW just abandon it
anyway now I’m starving because I didn’t have dinner last night but I have too much PTSD to go into the kitchen