a woman of seven and twenty

Re-reading Sense and Sensibility, as I just saw it at the Guthrie with Open Call last night, and happened upon this oh-so-charming passage in the first few chapters: 

“A woman of seven and twenty,” said Marianne, after pausing a moment, “can never hope to feel or inspire affection again, and if her home be uncomfortable, or her fortune small, I can suppose that she might bring herself to submit to the offices of a nurse, for the sake of the provision and security of a wife. In his marrying such a woman therefore there would be nothing unsuitable. It would be a compact of convenience, and the world would be satisfied. In my eyes it would be no marriage at all, but that would be nothing. To me it would seem only a commercial exchange, in which each wished to be benefited at the expense of the other.” 

To which I say: 

a. Screw you in all your seventeen-year-old "wisdom," Marianne. 

b: Some days I do feel that I can never hope to feel or inspire affection again...isn't that great? 

c: Can you even really believe this, though? I know there's a pretty huge time and societal gap between Regency England and millennial Minneapolis, but just wow. The ease and frankness with which women are written off for their age is leaving a continual bad taste in my mouth, especially as I sit around being assaulted with a Facebook feed full of wedding albums and tiny fresh newborns. 

I'm not saying I want a wedding album or tiny fresh newborn myself, thank you. I get my fix on those through friends, and I'm quite content with the way my life looks these days. That said, holy shit, dating is really hard and unpleasant in this age of Tinder and Bumble and all the dot-coms. Maybe life would be easier if I just considered myself over the hill or past my prime or basically ready to enter into a relationship as a "commercial exchange, in which each wished to be benefited at the expense of the other," as seventeen-year-old Marianne so charmingly utters. 

Ranting aside, the play was exquisitely fun. SO well-done, and inspired so much excitement for the upcoming season. Jane A is still my homegurrrrrl, despite her moderately pessimistic views on the hope that those of us past our prime can have for finding love. (FYI, in the play, the passage quoted above was amended to give us poor single ladies a whole three extra years...our charms expire at thirty on the stage versus in print.) I think I'm just much more of an Elinor than a Marianne...too pragmatic and reserved for my own good. 

So I guess the moral of the story here is if anyone knows a man on the wrong side of thirty-five who may or may not suffer from rheumatism and has a thing for flannel waistcoats, send him my way, I'm happy to strike up a mutually beneficial relationship...

Things I would do if I wasn't 100% overscheduled already:

1. Sleep for approximately 14 hours to get all caught up.

2. Get my grown-out manicure fixed.

3. Linger at a coffee shop all day and read everything by Graham Greene in one sitting (newly obsessed). 

4. Actually address the 300+ emails piling up in my inbox instead of following the triage method. 

5. Call back the 4 people who I owe phone calls to. 

6. Make this insane coffee cake. (This one is actually happening in time for Saturday's ND-Syracuse "gamebrunch," yesssss!)

7. Read every drop of coverage on the internet about a: Kate and William's Canada tour and b: what on earth to do to salvage my fantasy football team. 

8. See my family. See my friends. Thank them for their patience with my general basket case-ishness lately. 

9. Go smell every fall candle at Target. It's therapeutic, I swear. 

10. Blog. Right. This space has stopped being a priority just for this crazy season, but I promise I'll be back soon. 

A bunch of thoughts on non-profits, pride, and paying it forward

I purposely don’t talk too much about my job/career here. Working in accounting/finance/consulting, there’s a huge disparity between the very numbers-driven, quantitative aspects of my day job and my passions outside of work. There’s a certain element of protection in keeping my real-world job off this virtual-world web space…it’s nice to be private about things like what I do to earn my paychecks.

That said, it’s hard sometimes to know that what I’ve chosen to do for a living isn’t my passion. Don’t get me wrong, I am damn good at my job and have the title, resume and responsibility that reflects that. If a bystander were to ask me, however, who I am and what I’m about as a person, I would never say “Accounting, finance and operational consulting.” It’s what I do to enable me to enjoy the arts, the travel, the life I lead outside the office. Contrast that with, for example, my sister Emily, who has managed to translate her creative and artistic gift into a job that is truly a perfect reflection of who she is…a job that she’s excited to go to every day and fits completely with who she is as a person. Her career is a vocation – mine is, simply put, a job. A job that, frankly, I’ve been feeling pretty blah about lately.

What, then, is my vocation? Do I have one? Am I selling myself short in the name of stability and income? Am I selling out doing something I’m good at but don’t get fired up doing every day? Moreover, how do I gain that sense of having a vocation in my workday?

Even before I entered the workplace, I’ve had an intrinsic need to be involved in community service. I am self-aware enough to know that I have led a life of inimitable privilege. I’ve been surrounded with family, friends, teachers, and community mentors who believed in me, enough intelligence and ambition to take advantage of that support, and combinations of situational opportunity that have positioned me to succeed from an early age. Along the way, however, I’ve been endowed with the knowledge that not everyone is in the same boat, and have come to believe that the best way to show appreciation for all I’ve been given is to pay it forward.

From the point when I started at EY up through my current role at my company, I’ve done my best to use my professional career as a jumping-off point for philanthropic roles. At my current company, I was asked to take on a leadership role on their employee giving campaign before I had even experienced one. I’m now in my third year as, effectively, second-in-command on the campaign, and have seen campus participation and pledges skyrocket by over 25% in those three years. I additionally have a spot partnering with our company’s foundation, a huge honor and privilege this early in my career. Through that engagement, I’ve gained a seat on the board of the St. Paul Public Schools’ Academy of Finance, helping administer and support a business-focused curriculum for over 300 high-schoolers in the St. Paul school system. I worked with our EDGE intern program all summer, which provides scholarships and internship experience for college students from a traditionally disadvantaged background. Finally, I’ve been serving as the United Way’s Young Ambassador representative this year, working more closely than ever with an organization I love and respect deeply. Long story short, I’ve managed to build a robust and thriving portfolio of community engagement opportunities into my workdays, and it’s paying off in spades.

Yesterday my company kicked off our employee giving campaign with a new event for campus leadership, bringing more than 250 executives together for an hour-long presentation on this year’s campaign goals. We brought in Sarah Caruso, the CEO of the Greater Twin Cities United Way, along with a few venerated leaders from within our company, to speak on why giving matters and how we can give most efficaciously. I put in weeks of work behind the scenes with our committee to help make it happen, including hours outside the workday, and seeing it come together truly flawlessly was gratifying beyond measure.

We’re also working on an event for our Academy of Finance kids onsite at my company, to bring them together and run sessions on interview preparedness, professional resumes and cover letters, and email etiquette, which will take place in October. I’ve been able to connect executives within my company with the teachers at the schools involved, and am so excited to see the event unfold. Additionally, I facilitated a major donation of the furniture left over from our recent building move to one of our partner schools – a coup that will enable the refurbishment of multiple classrooms at the school.

All of this sounds really braggy, and I’m gagging on it a little bit because I’m not (always) one to talk my professional achievements up. But I’m really, really proud of what I’ve done in the last few weeks. It’s been hard to keep this all in perspective when I’ve been running around like an insane person, never really able to see the forest for the trees, and feeling like I’m burning everyend of every candle I’ve got without anyone really noticing or caring. A little positive feedback goes a long way, though, and I’ve gotten that payback in spades from people I respect deeply in the last couple days.

Bringing it all home…as part of our session with leadership yesterday, each member of our employee giving committee had to pick three words that summed up why he or she cared about volunteering. Many committee members have personal stories of impact gained over their lives, or of situations in which they’ve received a helping hand. I had a really hard time thinking of something equivalent in a life that has contained very little hardship, but ultimately came back to “paying it forward.” I’m immensely gratified and galvanized by the way I’ve been able to pay my own good fortune forward through philanthropy, and look forward to being able to continue to grow that involvement as I go forward in my career. So there you have it, I guess…a long, meandering essay about why, although crunching numbers may be my job, I still feel like I’ve somehow found a vocation in the corporate world. 

E&J Squared: A weekend of weddings!

I love weddings. I love attending them, and after Eva and Josh's this July, I love being IN them. That said, it's really hard to be in/involved with back-to-back weddings, which is what happened to me last weekend of July! Eva and Josh tied the knot on the 29th in a gorgeous riverside ceremony at the Nicollet Island Pavilion, and Erin and Josie wed the next day in a sweet St. Paul garden. Yours truly may have not actually left her bed that Sunday...eek! 

First up, Eva! Her bridal party got together on Thursday afternoon for a little champagne and snacking at Salut in Edina...complete with profiteroles for the blushing bride! 

Claire and I really needed the drinkies after an exciting-but-exhausting expedition to find her some nude heels for the next day. Way to leave it to the last minute, C--you'd be lost without me to be your personal shopper *octopus emoji*. 

After happy hour, we all headed to A La Mode right around the corner for manicures, and then sped back downtown for a lightning-fast rehearsal! 

I'd say the ladies of Team Clutch Bridesmaids are halfway cute. The next day started bright and early, with my behind in a makeup chair at 7am on the dot. Although I'm never feeling particularly sparkly at that hour, showing up at Eva's parents' house to see this put me in my place: 

Um, hi, most Zen bride ever. We rocked out to some 90s dance jams, sipped mimosas and snacked all morning on Eva's mom Kathy's totally insane brunch spread. I couldn't imagine a nicer, lower-key way to start a wedding day! 

Quick snap of our gorgeous flowers...I loved the hypericum berries and palest pink roses! 

Bridesmaids all done up and ready to roll! 

We seriously could not have had a prettier day to be on the Mississippi. I love the Nicollet Island Inn...what a picturesque place to get ready! 

The photo above is courtesy of the delightful Ian of Hanson Photography, who was an absolutely hilarious and winning addition to the day. Claire and I kidnapped Eva's dress and took it outside for a photo shoot with Ian and his second shooter. What you don't see in this photo is that Claire and I were so worried about getting the dress dirty on the floor that I ended up taking my shirt off to cover the pavement underneath. So we're out of frame giggling madly at the fact that I'm half-naked. It's kind of hilarious and wonderful. 

ALL DONE UP AND READY TO GET MAWWWWIED!!!!!!!

More Ian magic above. While Eva headed off with Ian to do her first look with Josh, Claire, Kyla and I joined their parents and the groomsmen for a picnic lunch on the shores of the Mississippi. The weather could seriously not have been better! 

Fun story: the wedding party was supposed to rendezvous with Eva, Josh and the photographers at the Stone Arch Bridge at 3pm. We showed up at 3, but no bride and groom in sight. So we panicked, thinking we might be at the wrong end. A fun practical joke from a passerby had us walking the bridge all the way to the other end, about half a mile, in heels. Then we realized they weren't there either, and walked the bridge AGAIN. E&J showed up about fifteen minutes later, at which point we, naturally, walked out on the bridge YET AGAIN. OW FEET. 

More Hanson Photo magic above and below! How freaking happy do these two look?! 

Funny story number two of the wedding day: Legitimately seconds after this photo, I twisted oddly and the zipper of my dress ripped out from neckline to butt-crack. Turns out it had been sewn wrong to the lining, so while the actual dress moved with my body without issues, the lining didn't let the zipper move with the rest of the dress. We finished all bridal party pictures with my dress hanging open all the way in the back, and Eva's personal attendant Kim had to sew me into the dress before the ceremony started. YIKES FRIENDS! It ended up fine and you couldn't even tell, but I was a nervous wreck until after dinner (when it was clear that Kim's stitches would hold up through a WILD dance party!). 

MARRIED! The ceremony was short, sweet and beautiful...highlight? Kyla, the maid of honor, and Nils, Eva's brother, performing "The Prayer" as a duet during the unity candle lighting. I was in tears...so pretty, so much love. 

Ian kidnapped the happy couple for a little sunset magic...

Then WE kidnapped them for some drinks, some photos, and a hell of a lot of dancing! This six-some right here closed down the dance floor and then requested a few more tunes to round out the night. Eventually we got kicked out because it was absolutely time for their wedding to be over. So we went to the Shout House, naturally! 

Quick shout-out to Greg here...this guy was truly the best wedding date ever. From tearing it up on the dance floor to holding my tiny airplane bottles of alcohol, babysitting my purse during the ceremony to actually cutting me out of my dress at the end of the night, he wins Plus-One MVP of the year for sure :) 

 

DAY TWO! Erin and Josie, aka the second E&J of the weekend to tie the knot! Kelsie was a personal attendant, and with her counterpart in New Orleans for a conference, I got tapped to help out morning of the wedding at the venue, Dakota Lodge in St. Paul. While I may have still been drunk from one too many Shout House gin and tonics the night before, I powered through and had a little fun (while holding back the hangover, woo!). Fast forward to the ceremony, where Erin truly looked like the most excited bride ever: 

Their ceremony was officiated by Josie's sister, and was full of heartfelt personal anecdotes and the sweetest, most tear-filled vows I've ever seen. I was smiling and crying all at the same time...gotta love happy tears at weddings! 

Kelsie and the rest of the Winona ladies having a little too much fun with the puff balls we so carefully decorated with that morning! We found out quickly that they made perfect photo booth props. 

While the girls got their puffball on, the guys looked askance from the sidelines. CLASSIC. 

Winona alums! 

Besties! Ignore my mess of a head and hungover slits for eyes...YIKES back-to-back weddings are clearly not good for my general level of attractiveness. 

Erin is a teacher, and accordingly crazy crafty. She made the photobooth and all the props herself - how cute did it turn out?! We had plenty of fun messing around in there all night! 

Kelsizzle absolutely killed it that day - being a personal attendant is NOT easy, especially when your assistant is holding back vomit and begging for bottled water all morning, ha! 

As the night went on, the dance floor got crazier. Unfortunately, I tapped out early as I was falling asleep on my feet! 

Happy wedding, Eva and Josh! Happy wedding, Erin and Josie! Unmarried friends, please consult me so none of you plan weddings back-to-back ever again! 

Bookworm: July/August 2016

For the first time ever, no literature quote to start it off. Instead, a brag: Every Labor Day, Mike writes a massive game of trivia and teams split up to win bragging rights for the next year. Claire and I ended up on a team with Greg's parents and Rachel's parents, against the other ten-ish people our age. One of the questions was a fifteen-part "Name the author of this famous novel" deal, and yours truly single-handedly got 14 of the 15 (damn you, "Red Badge of Courage"/Stephen Crane!). NERD ALERT. 

I also totally forgot to post these for both July and August because I've been doing shamefully little reading with my jam-packed calendar. Here's to picking it up a bit this fall! 

 

Loved: 

The Adults, Alison Espach: Very twisted, dark tale about a young, upper-middle-class suburban girl's first brushes with depression, suicide, divorce, and sex. I loved it for the beautiful prose, and for the masterful depiction of how events of adolescence can shape a person's choices and actions even decades later. 

The List, Tara Ison: An ambitious rising-star surgeon and her deadbeat but visionary filmmaker boyfriend are trying to break up, but can't get over each other, so they make a "breakup list" with the understanding that, once the list is over, so are they. The problem? As the list progresses, the items on it get a little bit darker and more dangerous, and they start to unravel in the process of completing it. I could not put this down. 

Enjoyed: 

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, J.K. Rowling, Jack Thorne, and John Tiffany: Oh goodness, such mixed feelings and so many thoughts. I'm a fiend for Harry Potter (like so many others of my generation) and really enjoyed getting to dive back into his world, but I think reading Cursed Child in script form kind of took away from the magic that would be seeing it live. I'm definitely planning on catching it next time I'm in London for work, so we'll see if my thoughts change after that! 

Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932, Francine Prose: Based on a famous photo of a cross-dressing couple in a pre-Occupation Parisian nightclub, "Lovers" tells the tale of a (fictional) gender-dysmorphic racecar driver, Lou Villars, who ended up a Nazi sympathizer and spy in Vichy France. The story is deeply rooted in the true-life tale of Violette Morris, a real Nazi collaborator in Paris in the 1930s. Told from many perspectives, it took me a bit to get into but once I did, I really enjoyed it (especially heavily leveraging Google to see what was rooted in fact and what was embellished!). 

Tolerated: 

None this month - isn't it nice when that happens? 

Re-reads: 

Duh, you can't have imagined I wouldn't re-read all the Harry Potters before starting Cursed Child. NEEEEEERD. 

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K. Rowling

The Royal We, Jessica Morgan and Heather Cocks