Hello, friend.
Welcome to my little corner of the internet. I’d like to think that this virtual space is a quiet nook in an Upper West Side pub. The rain is falling, painting blurry pictures on the adjacent window. A candle flickers on the table, next to a glass of chilled Sancerre.
Now that I’ve set the vibe, let me introduce myself.
I’m Elizabeth.
I am 25 years old and am a writer and content creator by day and a raccoon by night. With schooling well behind me, I am furthering my foray into the field of business administration. So, if you’re looking for an executive assistant, I’m your gal! Or raccoon. Whatever you’re into.
While I consider myself a “citizen of the world!”, I am from the sweaty, muggy state of South Carolina. But I’ve lived all over the world. Like you, I’m just out here trying to brave the absolute shitstorm that is 2022 so far. When I’m not working or writing or dragging my ass to the gym, I can be found hosting wine nights with my friends, traveling, hanging out with my siblings, making nachos, or at my dining table making lists. A girl’s best friend isn’t diamonds, it’s a hot-and-ready grocery list.
Let’s see…My favorite colors are blue and orange (think an autumn sunset!), my favorite book is “The Gift of Fear” by Gavin De Becker because why the fuck not, my favorite food is either a really good vegetarian take on mediterranean salad or shrimp nachos, my favorite flower is the daffodil, and my go-to beverage is either a really strong cup of black coffee (decaf; no cream, no sugar!) or an old fashioned. Are you feeling more comfortable yet? Would you like a refill of that Sancerre?
You’re probably wondering why I’ve titled this introduction “Summer Madness”. Well, I’m sure I’m not the first to tell you that the world is crazy right now. What with wars breaking out, Roe v Wade being overturned, a famine hitting several countries in Africa, animals I can’t even pronounce are still going extinct, there’s a wall of fish that we mistook for the ocean floor, need I go on? My family and I’ve been joking that we’re trapped in Hades’ elevator. Hades’ elevator is the kind that tricks you into thinking that you’ve reached the basement level of a building on fire, only to learn that there are in fact 17 other basements that await. This joke, while lighthearted, is an accurate portrayal of our 2022. And I’m sure the same could be said for many, many people right now. But this post is not about all the shitty things going on in the world. If you want to hear about that, just turn on the news. I’m learning to be intentional with how much time I spend watching/reading/listening to the news. Like all things, it must be taken in moderation. A little escapism is good and can be somewhat healthy, as audacious as it sounds. As much bad there is in the world, there is good to balance it out. Sea turtles still exist! Restaurants are open again. It’s good to be able to see both the dark and the light. It allows for a little bit more objectivity, a little clearer perspective.
Even though I feel as though myself, my family, and many people in the world have entered the era of Summer Madness, I’m acutely aware that this won’t last forever. Time is a fickle son of a bitch. I liken it to a toxic boyfriend. While it can make an incredibly cruel bedfellow, it can also be sweet and seemingly forgiving. We can’t live with it, we can’t live without it. And no, this doesn’t mean you should drunk-text that toxic boyfriend (probably named Justin or Ryan) you broke up with six months ago. Leave it be.
I mean, who knows?
Summer Madness might just fade into Autumn Clarity.
Too cheesy?
Damn it.