Giving thanks

I feel like I'm the type of guy that suddenly becomes more spiritual when I really want something. "Lord, help me get this job/internship/other desired outcome." "Hail Mary full of grace, please bless my bank account". At these times I find I act like God is Santa Claus or a fairy godmother. And even, I begin to bargain my attention in order to get what I want. And--these feelings are so clear on my mind because there is something I especially want right now and I'm already planning my church schedule.
I'm thinking to myself, and thinking to myself all the times I made it out of unfavorable situations and how I am perfectly healthy and surviving right now. Isn't that enough to want. "Thou shall not want--he maketh me lie down in green pastures". This is all to say, it's gonna be OK Miguel. My biggest wow about the last few post college months is how seamlessly opportunity and good things have come. I feel terrific. And that is the truth. (Maybe it is the lack of homework) haha. I must be more reverent.
To God, thanks for letting me make totally selfish requests, yet refraining from striking me down. I'm sure the requests are going to keep rolling in for the rest of my life. "I want this, or for this to happen". Remind me to allow my spirit of gratitude to counterbalance my spirit of want. I really have so, so much.

A Psalm of David. 
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. 
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: 
He leadeth me beside the still waters. 
He restoreth my soul: //
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: 
And I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Rejoicing


One hundred percent thrilled.

Hallow Hallow Hallow










Chemical


I am made of feelings and thoughts. Still, all is well.

[J']ADORE.

Ni hao miercoles





I probs need to acquire some new guy friends ya'll. *nerves* haha
...but for real. Pretty sure there are enough guys in the building to fit on one hand alone. Sometimes, you just have got to relate testosterone to testosterone. I am ridiculous, I realize. Just a thought for the universe to take hold. Free shipping's ok.

In the mean time I managed to run away to Washington for the (massive) weekend. No pictures, but alot of relaxation, eating, and running errands. Honestly, I'm so lucky to be able to go. Nothing like taking in a big gulp of air and it not being New York. However, it is always good to be back. --And I am so ready for the week. I believe. Hello Wednesday.

Day Trip












Gratitude:
--A few weeks ago, I began an internship at MOSCHINO, viva italia!
--I've found this awesome playlist on youtube, 
--Uncle Lucien's lunches
--Driving lessons take two
--Maslow's basic needs are getting covered.
--The beautiful weather we have been having
--Friends to adventure with
--Possibility always on the horizon.

Santiago


A few weeks ago, I mentioned how impressed I am discovering all the things I would like to do and become good at doing throughout the rest of my life. Most of my predicament has been to decide which of these feelings are the truest. Should I pick a specific order to try them out, how many days/months/years should I give to each? Essentially, what is my destiny.
I stopped at Barnes and Noble searching for gift ideas for Jane and came across a Vincent van Gogh quote written on a soap sleeve:
“Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”
Perhaps we aren't made to limit ourselves.  I probably limit to make things more manageable, easier to wrap my mind around. The potential...who knows.

While on the note of Barnes and Noble, I would kindly suggest the book responsible for my affection for van Gogh, A Lust for Life. It was a required book at St John's, but it's one I won't forget. Extremely descriptive, a little romantic even, and something to pass the time on the subway. I mean, Candy Crush?

Inspiration Book 27




Do all things with a happy heart.

Dulce



Throwing all my gratitude into the sky above, and much, much, much beyond that.
Thank you.

ph| Alexandra Benetel

Self Help Generation

If I've noticed anything over the last few months it would have to be the multitude of articles telling 20 somethings things to do or stop doing in order to be more likable, more successful, a top star post graduate performer and I have to admit I've been pretty much sucked into it too. But how many lists must there be? If I carry out everything that thought catalog tells me too (Have good hygiene, be kind to others, stop trying to be someone your not) yes I am sure these are all things I should be doing, but is this really a formula to make me something special (thought catalog: "you are something special"/"you are not something special") but what is causing this explosion? Is it really this bad of an epidemic we care so much about what others think about us? (yes.. I mean we have twitter and instagram and facebook so EVERYONE can see how awesome our current life, future life, and inner linings of our brain look). Haha.. I am thinking I and everyone else in my age group need a little self help for our self help addiction. I'm not thought catalog and I don't have the answer to this one. But my best proposition is to forget all the eyes on yourself all the time. I know that's a tough one ---- after all what's a blog post for anyway. I think we are a generation fortunate to be able to create a spotlight on ourselves, rather easily. Sure, it's nice to bask in the light, but when we aren't in it, we want it and when we have it for a moment, we would like more. The human condition. I like thought catalog, but after reading the last few, I'm really letting myself get bullied around. Just a thought for your rolodex.

Checkpoint:



Recently, I've been thinking about how when becoming seemingly closer to someone, the closer our clothes begin to match. A lady asks the attendant if she can take the seat next to mine, and I confirm that's alright. Later, she asks what I had studied in college. "Fashion". Wide-eyed, she laughs, she used to be a model. In this moment, I take off my sweater, I look at her shirt, she looks at mine and we laugh --practically forever. #gondolalife #kismet #grandmatogo
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