Riding in Silence for a Week

76 minutes. 5 days per week. No, I’m not referring to the amount of time that I do cardio each day; rather, I am talking about how long I drove in complete and utter silence. When devising my goals as a twenty-two-year-old, I thought about how much I rely on music to make time fly when I have to drive somewhere. Within a few seconds of getting into my car, I find myself plugging in my phone, turning on Spotify, and letting my mind zone out to the music. Music is by no means bad, but I thought that would be a good exercise in self-awareness to remove it from my commute for a week.

Wrapping Up the 21 Goals

I know that it is a little past the end of my 21st year, but I figured better late than never when it came to writing a blog post that wraps up my 21 goals. Also, I am currently sitting in LAX and figure that writing a blog post is more productive than roaming the halls of the airport in search of a Jamba Juice.

Hello, my name is…

I am not a fan of situations where I must introduce myself. And no, it is not because I have an acute fear of saying my name or having people talk to me. Rather, I hate the conversation that follows an introduction. It is as if one must cram every single documentary-worthy life experience into the next two minutes of conversation. The following is an example of how I feel during said conversations: