Risky Business.

It's kind of a weird story.

I find that the best outcomes often

come from these odd or bizarre instances or occurrences

that set people on a trajectory they didn't even see coming.

Here's one such occurrence,
the one that made me decide to move to Los Angeles.

I was leaving dance class on a beautiful September morning last year,

the kind of weather that just makes your heart feel happy

(or maybe it was the endorphins from exercise? Maybe a combo of both? Who knows!)

I always make a b-line for Dunkin Donuts after a particularly hard workout

because I feel like I've earned the half and half, which is how I prefer my coffee.

I order my iced coffee, turn on my radio,

and start driving home. 

I felt like I could conquer the world.

I had my windows down, my hair thrown up in a messy bun, 

these ridiculous teal sunnies on,

some r&b jams, and an iced coffee in hand.

I often like to think about things on the 20 minute ride home, 

and that day was no exception.

I have always dreamed of traveling more

and those days - I was thinking about it more and more.
The need to 'leave' was a constant fixation.
(Which is strange, because I really love New York so much!)

After plans of moving to Australia the year before fell through

(there were no working visas available at the time that would allow me to secure work)

I began to ponder other, more 'realistic' options. 

Miami? Dallas? Los Angeles?

Was it the right move to just uproot my life at 32 years old?

Could I find work and would I be able to support myself

so far from home with little to no support network?

Would I be able to make new friends?

Would I be happy or was this just a 'phase' 

and once I got "here" (wherever that someplace was)

would I instantly regret it?

There were so many unknowns.

I tossed the idea of travel around so many times 

and the ache to leave home and explore
a new part of the world never really went away.

It was deep, deep, deep.

I knew it wasn't a phase and
 I knew time wasn't going to make it just go away.

But that morning driving home I made my decision.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror in those

ridiculous, over the top 'almost famous' teal sunglasses 

and said to myself: 

'Rachel, you don't belong here.

You belong in L.A.'

And just like that
 -with one glance in the mirror at my reflection
 of blonde messy hair blowing in the rearview, 

I had made up my mind.

I was resolute in my decision.
This. Was. Happening.

When I announced I was moving, of course I was instantly met
with criticism, backlash, and negativity

that filled me with self doubt to the brink. And then some.

Everyone had something to say
(whether I asked for their opinion of not)

Here is the cliff notes version:

Blank stares. 'Why?'

'Such a dumb move. You don't even have a job!'

'You're having a mid-life crisis' (unless I'm dying at 60, I was sure this wasn't the case)

'What are you running from?'

'You just feel this way because you're not married and you're looking to fill a void'

(cause that's NOT insulting!)

'This is really risky. I thought you had a better head on your shoulders'

I could go on and on.

But I don't have time because I'm still working on proving them all wrong.

Fast forward 6 months.

I am living in Los Angeles, California

drinking coffee and looking at blue skies and palm trees outside my balcony.

It's a cooler morning than its been the last few weeks

(we've been experiencing a heat wave)

but I'll still take 72 degrees in March!

The sunglasses that made me decide to move to California!

I'm not going to preach it was easy to get here.

It wasn't. 

It took planning, saving, extreme organization, a lot of coordinating,
 and of course -there were setbacks.

 [That's a WHOLE other blog post - Cross Country Relocating 101.
If anyone is interested, let me know in the comments and I can share some tips!]

But I'm here. I'm happy.

And it's a beautiful sunny day in Los Feliz,

a humble little section of the universe I now call home.

This adventure doesn't end here.

There is much more work to be done
and the risk of relocating and taking a huge chance
 is not all together gone.

I need to find full-time work.

I need to set up my new apartment and buy furniture.

I need to put myself out there and make new friends.

And I need to continue to invest in goals and aspirations.
Check things off my bucket list.

Vision plan. Work hard. Keep dreaming big.

I wanted to share my story in hopes

it inspires or encourages EVEN one person 

on the verge of making a huge decision to follow through.

Take the risk.

I am living proof that all it takes is a teal pair of sunglasses,

an iced coffee, and a particularly beautiful September morning

to set your dreams on fire.

RY

P.S If you're interested in watching my Cross Country trip from N.Y to L.A,
I'll link the video for you!

Cross Country Roadtrip | MissYarmosh by missyarmosh

Happy Dreaming,

Sweet or Savory: My 2 Dream Wedding Proposals

To my future husband,

if you're reading my blog right now,

please take notes! 

Every girl dreams of how they will be proposed to one day.

And while that usually falls under

the creative imagination of the proposer...

I'm sure guys reading this wouldn't mind 

a little inspiration when it comes to this sort of thing.

After all, they are hoping for a win.

And so speaking of winning, I give you my first dream proposal.

1) A proposal in Yankee Stadium.

What better place to start your lives together

than a stadium where dreams come true, 

legends are made,

and magic seems to materialize before your very eyes.

Besides, what's one more ring to add to 27?!

Ladies, am I right?

And if I can't have savory, then I'll settle for sweet.

If you know me well, you know I am obsessed with macarons. 

No, not the coconut and chocolate clusters,

those are macaroons!

Macarons are colorfully decorated, light little French pastries

made with almond flour and filled with a variety of flavored cremes.

Please tell me what is not to love about 

these gorgeous little cookies?

I am obsessed with them,

stopping into my favorite Long Island spot 

for them in Huntington, 'Kiss my Cake' 

whenever I feel I've worked out hard enough 

that week to treat myself.

And so - if macarons were to be dreamed up into a proposal

it would look something like this...

Now, if you'll excuse me...

I'm going to go pretend this guy exists.

And if he does,

what the hell is taking so long?

Curious to know how YOU dream about being proposed to -

do you have a favorite romantic spot?

a place where you made a special memory?

or just a way you see it going down?

Please SHARE!

Feel free to leave your own fantasy proposals in the comments.

I would love to hear from you.

xo,

Quote of the Day: 1.15.14

Stop second guessing yourself.

xo,