ah to be young again...


It would be safe to say that I lack even the most basic understanding of football. However, I believe that tonight, even if I understood what a carry and a curl and a cover were (I found these terms here, fyi), I still would have been impressed.

I was babysitting and we decided to play flag football. Drew, who is six and who I would be comfortable calling the next Tiger or Oudin (major prodigy potential), knew so much about football. He was trying, patiently, to teach Tessa and I the rules of the game. After he legitimately scored on us - a team of two - three times, Tessa and I got a little competitive. It was zero to 21.

So, Drew kicked us the ball, which Tessa caught and threw down the yard to me, and I scored. However, although I still don't understand why, Drew explained that we weren't allowed to pass it yet.

Tessa, four years his senior, said, "Drew, I really think we can..."
Drew replied, "No, Tess, not in high school, not in college, not in pros."

And then he let us redo it, like a true gentleman.

However, after hearing him spout off the terminology and rules and plays, I started thinking about how much easier it is for kids to learn new things.

Everyone always talks about the importance of learning a language at a young age, but it's applicable to everything.

Part of me thinks it's just because their spongey brains have a lot more space to absorb it all.

However, another part of me thinks it's because they're so excited to learn something new and passion is an essential tool for successful learning.

Drew didn't memorize plays because his coach or his dad told him he had to, he just loves football.

It's also because they have no fear of failing. If Drew forgets something when he's playing, no team is counting on him or expecting to live up to what he did the game before.

It must be such a happy way to learn. You learn it because you love it and you've not yet started to put the pressure of perfectionism on yourself.

And although sports and passion are too often miles apart, Tavi Gevinson boasts the same strengths. She's a much talked about blogger who was invited to multiple shows during Fashion Week last month. She was given front row seats and treated as a very important critic. She's also 13.

...And she knows so much.

But it's what she loves. It's all she wants to do. It's not her job. Her career doesn't depend upon it. No one expected her to be incredible. And she is.

And with the signature short hair and oversized glasses, it seems Tavi has already begun channeling Anna Wintour. But if someone were kind enough to say I had the skills to be the next Anna Wintour, I think I'd dress the part too. Let's just hope there's no Devil Where's Prada for her. Meryl Streep might not be able to do a thirteen year old.

Hoosiers just say no to the brain drain

"Well I was born in a small town and I live in a small town. Probably die in a small town, oh those small communities. All my friends are so small town. My parents live in the same small town..." JCM (from Seymour, Indiana), Small Town

After searching for a job for so long, I am stuck in a very distinct state of mind. Let me explain...

Someone tells me: My sister is getting married this weekend and her fiance works for P&G and she's just so frustrated because P&G won't let him off for his honeymoon and I thought P&G was a great place to work, but they haven't been very flexible.
I hear: My sister's fiance works for P&G and it's a great place to work, very flexible.
I think: Maybe he can help me get a job at P&G!

My mind has been morphed into this thing that is constantly networking. So, although I am officially employed (yaay!), I still cannot get it out of my head.

I believe that part of the reason I've become an uber networker is because of my surroundings. After a extensive personal research, Jim and I have come to the conclusion that people in Indiana are very willing to help with the process - even more so than other regions.

You mention that you're looking for a job here
and someone across the room comes over and says, my sister's fiance works at P&G and I'd love to help you! You don't even have to ask.

I attribute part of this phenomenon to the fact that Hoosiers tend to grow (and stick) where they're planted.

This weekend I was out at a bar and I met a few different people. The first person was from Seymour, Indiana. The second was from Fort Wayne, Indiana. The third was from Noblesville, Indiana.... and so on.

This summer I became so accustomed to people in Atlanta being from all over the country that it caught me off guard. With so many colleges and it being such a major city, Atlanta is a community of transplants. Hoosiers often grow up here, leave to go to Chicago or NYC for a bit, and make their way back. Personally, I believe it's because Indiana is such a wonderful and perfect place to raise a family (though Jim thinks my loyalty is a little excessive). However, regardless of why Hoosiers stick around, it certainly makes networking a whole lot easier when everybody knows everybody.

Whoah! Why isn't the bed made?

After spending a week with the Smiths in Virginia, I was reminded that there are certain things only a two-year-old can pull off. For example, if I ever had to use the bathroom, Lily requested that she could come into the room and sit with my while I used the toilet. She also pointed to the man standing (directly) behind us in the grocery store and said (loudly), "Why is he wearing a pony tail?" Additionally, one morning just after I woke up, she walked into my room and said, "Whoah! Why isn't the bed made?"

If I were to make these moves at my age, it would be highly inappropriate. When Lily does it though, it is wonderfully endearing.

She also maintains an ability to make me laugh wholeheartedly, or as my mom would say, all the way from my toes. One morning I was alone with her and I let her pick out her outfit for the day. She ended up wearing a bright pink sundress, with a different shade of pink cardigan, a different shade of pink hair bow, and finally, another shade of pink moccasins. All pink, all different shades.

And she, of course, looked adorable. She put fashion week and fall trends to shame as she strutted her (new) pink mocs around. As I watched her work it, so proud of the outfit she picked out, it made me wish she could maintain this same certainty forever.

I wish she would always think she looked amazing. I wish she'd never think she was having a bad hair day or worry about whether or not something was flattering.

But of course, her confidence comes from a blissful youth and unawareness that she can't ever completely maintain. However, if there's any girl in this world that stands a chance of successfully working an all pink outfit, Lily will be the one to do it. When I left at 8 a.m. Thursday morning, she'd already asked Court if she could put the sweater back on (over her pink night gown).

Luckily, monochromatic is supposed to be hot this season...