Easter Lily

Well, I’ve officially kept a plant alive for over a year now.

It’s pretty hard to believe.

I’ve fondly written about my peace lily, a little gem I picked up when I worked at One International.  I initially bought the lily for my desk, but since then, it’s seen three apartments, survived public transit on multiple occasions, and has been brought back to life several times.

She’s a little champ.

So, knowing that I can successfully care for a plant (first a plant, then a pet, they say…), I decided to get another one.  This actually wasn’t my idea- my mom mentioned it when I showed her a picture of a new trash can I bought to match my soap dispenser and comforter.  Of course, I need to find something cute to do with a trash can, right?

I entertained her by putting my peace lily in the trash can (that sounds terrible), but we agreed it needed something taller.  I continued to use the trash can as a, well, trash can, until last night- when I spotted a lonely lily at CVS.

Leave it to me to find the lone plant marked at 25% off.  Dry and looking sad, I picked up the lily without question and headed to check out, along with my red lipstick, face masks, and popcorn.  Hey, it was Friday night- and Friday nights are meant for vegging out.

Once I got home, I put everything away, gave my new lily some water, and set her in her new home.  It was perfect!  I read up on Easter Lilies and learned they’re known as joyful symbols of elegance, beauty, spirituality, hope, and life.  How appropriate.

Even if we’re lost and lonely somewhere, there’s a place we will fit- and I feel that way about Boston.  I’ve not only found myself, but I’ve started to be able to care for other things, too- and I have my two lilies to prove it.

Nevertheless, She Persisted

On Saturday I took a journey via bus, train, and Uber to see Senator Elizabeth Warren in Weymouth.  This was Senator Warren’s 22nd town hall, addressing a variety of issues, from the proposed Weymouth compressor station to health care, education, and North Korea.  The energy in the room was amazing, and I even made some new friends in the crowd.

Although I knew her story and have been a big supporter of her for years, it was amazing to hear her share it in person.  She told the crowd how she came from a paycheck to paycheck family, received a college scholarship, dropped out of school, and got divorced- yet she persisted.  She went on to finish school thanks to an affordable community college where she paid $50 a semester, graduated law school, and eventually became a professor at Harvard.  For a girl who had out-of-reach dreams (or so she thought) of becoming a public school teacher, this is pretty amazing.

She made it clear that second- and even third and forth chances- are possible.

This made me stop and think about my own experiences.  Politics aside, we can all learn from Elizabeth’s message.  It’s easy to beat ourselves up over mistakes of the past, view our situation as hopeless, or think we’re not good enough, smart enough, or educated enough to reach great heights- but we must remember we can try again.


Our lives may not turn out the way we once envisioned- and that’s okay.  Life isn’t meant to.  Life is supposed to surprise, delight, and hurt- the good moments wouldn’t be as sweet if we didn’t experience the bad.

As I continue to walk along this road of life, it’s exciting to see why things fell apart as new pieces come together.  Two years ago, I never would have thought I would live in Massachusetts.  I thought New York was the only way; my only path.  Had it not crumbled, I wouldn’t have the foundation I have now.  Life is one big classroom, and whether you’re a high school student at Weymouth or a professor at Harvard, you’ll never stop learning.

Real Queens Fix Each Other’s Crowns

“Crown and anchor me, or let me sail away.”

Over the years I used to try to be what others wanted me to be.  This left me irritable, lost and confused.  I’ve roamed from state to state, city to city, looking for who my true self is.

I used to compromise my values for friendship, approval and love.  I looked for my crown in all the wrong places.

One person who has always anchored me, reminding me who my true self is, is my best friend.  We have faced the same struggles and have the same nervous thoughts when our anxiety gets the best of us.  We laugh about the same quirky things and have the same pet peeves.  Whenever I’m feeling a little uneasy, I know she will understand.

Near or far, the best friendships are the ones that know no distance.  Although we have both ventured from the shores of Lake Michigan, we always pick up exactly where we left off.

She’s given me the strength to be myself and to sail away from negative situations, thoughts and people.  I have found a sense of purpose in my passions, and she has supported me through it all.  

I’ve learned to raise my standards and rely on the universe.  Our thoughts are powerful, and I realized recently that I’m still trying to repair old relationships and habits that no longer suit me.  If I accept the way I am treated, then the universe will give me the old junk that is unhealthy.  I don’t have to live like that anymore.

Thanks to female strength and the women who have helped fix my crown, I no longer have to accept the things I did in the past.  “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result.”  Today I will settle for more, reach high and find those people who will fix my crown- not try and take it, move it or change it.

“If you cannot find a good companion to walk with, walk alone, like an elephant roaming the jungle. It is better to be alone than to be with those who will hinder your progress.” -Buddha