Experiencers

I don’t consider myself a trendy person, I have a FitBit and some wonderful ankle boots, but that’s about as trendy as I get.  I’ve taken one yoga class and painted my nails black exactly once.

So where do I fall on the whole “experience” trend?  Somewhere between jealousy of the amazing trips  I cannot afford and annoyed by busy-ness of it all.

Clarify.  I love traveling.  I spend my life trying to make people’s travel experience’s better.  That’s dedication.  I want to go everywhere I possibly can without repeating anytime soon.  I don’t believe in the notion of spending your entire life working so you can have a lovely retirement, and then what happens if you or your significant other aren’t around to see that?  It’s morbid, but now that I’ve seen it, my decision is even more validated.

We become more interesting as people with new experiences.  Our conversations are more full of life instead of things.  Every day becomes a new learning experience of a place to go or something to do.

A downside does exist though.  I just waited an hour for some good Filipino food at Bad Saint.  Yes, it was wonderful, and flavorful, but just good (try the clams).  It’s not like I felt the first time I had the s’mores ice cream at All Purpose.  That, I would wait an hour for.

Where do we draw the line at experiences?  When do we stop overhyping them?  Do we someday switch back to just caring about things?  Do we even want that so us “experiencers” can go back to experiences?

Just some questions.

A blog a day keeps the doctor away

This Christmas has been a strange one.  For many reasons, our family has seemed disjointed.  Whether this is good or bad, I’ve used this time to keep my focus away from some of the negativity and focus on myself and reflecting on the past year.

2016 has been busy.  If you cannot tell by the number of blog posts I’ve written, I have been working like a crazy person.  Maybe with no results and maybe with some.  It’s been tough, and I’ve realize that I’m not happy with what I’ve done with this past year.

I feel very average.  I’ve made 0 progress on my fitness goals, 0 progress on my writing goals, 0 progress on social media goals (it pains me to say that even as a millennial). I’ve made some progress in my job, but for every step of progress there is a French man in the background tearing it down.

Is average bad?  No, it’s not.  But at what point do you settle for average?  At what point do you silence that little piece of your brain taunting you, that you want to have the whole world in front of you, but you’re okay with what is on the plate directly in front of you?

I’m not ready for that. I am eternally grateful for the life I’ve been given, but does that mean settling?

I don’t believe in New Years resolutions. I will start today though with my first:

A blog a day keeps the doctor away.

I always want to write more.  About DC, about life, about battling with anxiety and depression, about always being a small fish in a big pond, and of course about Bailey Bear.

So while my blog may be painstakingly average and talk about work and attempting to try every amazing pasta dish in the DC, Baltimore, and Pittsburgh area, at least it will be something to be accomplished in 2017.

 

DC Restaurant Week

Well since my name is the same as my Twitter…here’s a short rant about our favorite district (and it’s not about douchey men surprisingly).

Over the past few years, some really great restaurants have sprung up here.  And we do this little thing here (and everywhere else in the country) called Restaurant Week.  Several of these restaurants don’t participate.  Fine, I’m in finance and cover several restaurants, I fully comprehend why.

So on to those that do participate.  You only want to serve lunch? Great, smaller portions, I work in the city within walking distance.  

But if you choose to serve dinner, why are you half-assing your menu AND cooking?  People look forward to getting to try some place new that maybe they couldn’t normally afford.  Oh, they’ll never come back? What about those of us that will?  We turned our broke-just-out-of-college meal out into a yearly tradition.  It’s fun.  I will return to those places later on.  Brasserie Beck? Always a favorite.  Why waste your time disappointing your patrons and packing your restaurant full? 

Just don’t participate.  I don’t want your cold steak and poorly thought out presentation.  

Looking at you Casa Luca.