The journey is favorably underway. Here I am, 31 days since the start of my internship with Caren West PR and whoa, have I learned a great deal so far. From day one, I was literally thrown in sans life vest into the vastness of PR life. I’m not sure who told us that PR was all parties and beer but it is not. At least not everyday. Public relations is the business of people. We are the managers. We are damage control. We are the informants. In this role, we help businesses shine. And from reading my blog, you’re already aware that helping people shine their light is what I love.
About three months ago, I stopped talking to someone very dear to me. When evening came and I attempted to sleep, my heart began to race. You know, like I just ran a marathon or was about to be approached by zombies. Of course neither of those situations were the case.
It hit me: I just stopped talking to the only person I’ve remained in constant contact with.
Last weekend, a good friend of mine had her baby presented at church. It’s still pretty weird to see people my age doing grown up things. Everyone is getting married and having babies and all I want to ask is, “What are you doing? Don’t you have homework to do or something?” It was just yesterday that we were 16. Like, you can’t really be responsible enough for marriage and babies yet. But they are. And although I’m not in that space to be responsible of someone else’s life or heart, I can still admire that there are people relishing in the beauty of family. A chosen family.
It’s quite embarrassing how long it’s been since my last post. Even more so that I rarely have outfit posts anymore. No lie, I want to toss my entire wardrobe in the trash. I’m craaaaving a whole new closet. More shoes, less clothes. More quality pieces. I know exactly what I want it to look like but, lack of funds. I am so poor man, lol.
Over the weekend, love permeated through my social media accounts. Graduations, babies, weddings, family gatherings – all of the things that make the heart smile. I felt the love and happiness through my computer screen.
I’ve had the pleasure of spending quality time with my not so little cousin Marcha these past two months in Atlanta. This girl is something else. She loves her family, loves herself and laughs a lot. She’s inquisitive and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. She has funny sayings like “tough business” and “yaaassss GaGa”. She is intelligent and pretty much amazing. For this short period of time, her presence really made me happy.
The last few days have been nothing short of a magnificent blur. So I started my new internship with Caren West PR on Wednesday and boy, they did not hesitate to get us to work. And I love it. So far, the experience has been more than I could have imagined. There are four total Publicity Assistants and we’re all surprisingly Taurses (as is our boss, Caren West).
I’ll write more about what I’m learning along the way but I just wanted to drop in with a weekend note. I also wanted to apologize in advance for any sporadic posts to come. Still getting a hang of this new schedule.
Eat, drink and be merry.
Anton Chekhov once said, “The role of an artist is to ask questions, not answer them.” Therefore, the work of an artist is left to interpretation. I think that’s what I love about art. There’s no right or wrong answer to how you view a body of work. Art makes us feel and think. The interpretation of art allows our creative minds to function. Yet and still, I needed answers. Recently, I interviewed fellow blogger and friend, Christina Kwan of Tide & Bloom blog and got some pretty cool answers about her work.
In the heart of many culturally aware neighborhoods in Atlanta, you will discover numerous creatively decorated public buildings. A myriad of communities in Atlanta utilize blank building space to display their art. This art is used to promote and educate the people of Atlanta of street art. We can thank the awesome folks at Living Walls for that.
It’s that time of year again. A time to celebrate and appreciate the women who gave us birth, loved us through all of our flaws and tirelessly worked to help us achieve our goals. These women are our strongest supporters and liveliest cheerleaders. They deserve the best of our love.
OFEDA (Organisation des Femmes Dévouées en Action) is a group of women formed after the catastrophic earthquake that struck Haiti in 2010. Ranging from age 18 to 82, these women have come together, forming businesses to support themselves. They started off with hand-made cards and have grown to selling other products. Pretty impressive, I might add, given the circumstances. But, nothing is too hard for the resilient people of my parent’s country.
Many of these women are mothers. By supporting the Haitian artisans who create the Heart of Haiti products, we are stimulating the Haitian economy. My lovely pals at EVERYWHERE will directly donate to this cause. From now until June 1st, if you purchase an item from Macy’s Heart of Haiti, send your receipt to Lexi@EverywhereAgency.com and EVERYWHERE will match your purchase with a donation to OFEDA. (Maximum donation of $1000.) If you are sending your receipt via snail mail, please send to: Everywhere, 154 Krog Street Suite 130, Atlanta, GA 30307.
As for my mom, she’s getting this lovely and stylish picture frame from the Heart of Haiti line. What will you get your mother?
I am a member of the Everywhere Society and Everywhere has provided me with product from the Macy’s Heart of Haiti collection as compensation for this post about OFEDA. However, all thoughts and opinions expressed herein are my own.