Author: Taylor Ross

Notes on Resilience

I have experienced so much privilege. Yes, I am a woman, yes I am Black; but, it would be dishonest of me not to acknowledge the many blessings that I’ve been gifted. For much of my existence, things came relatively easily for me. I grew up in a two-parent, upper middle class home. I do not have any physical or mental disabilities. I never had to worry about basic necessities. I grew up in a safe neighborhood and college was my only option.  For these reasons, I can sight few instances where I was able to truly work my resilience muscle. The Situation Currently, grad school feels like my cross. During these few months, I often found myself forgetting my privilege and blessings while wallowing in self-pity. I have considered leaving more than once (which admittedly is a sign of privilege), I constantly question my intelligence, and I cry a lot more than usual. … I recently heard this story about a type of bamboo in china that grows in a five year growth cycle. The first …

Books & Bread

As I type, I’m doing something very non-feminist. I’m using nair to remove the hair above my lip. Meaning, I kind of look like those old “Got Milk” ads. If you don’t get that reference, then who are you?  Also, I realize that sometimes people read this blog that I know irl, but I’m not ashamed…well, I won’t be until you say something to me about my ladystache or my poorly executed jokes. >>> This week is officially over and I’m emotionally drained. Like depleted. I had two interviews yesterday–don’t get me wrong, it was more than cool to feel wanted… but,  I realized that I might have low-balled myself in the salary department. which sucks. I found this out by listening to my classmates say that they would take nothing less than 65K. Immediately, my heart dropped, I was (and still am) completely confused at my lack of similar entitlement. I did what any adult would in this stressful, coming-of-age situation. I  went to Barnes & Noble and bought some books. Counteractive, I know, considering my …

Learning to Be Myself

Hi guys! Recently, I’ve been waging this war against appearing dilettantish. I think it’s because I took the Meyers-Briggs Test, freshman year, and found out I am a true ENFP, from that point it all became very clear (like scary clear). Ever since, I’ve monitored myself, making sure everything I do has purpose and is connected to a big picture–and generally that means it’s associated with money, a big name, and a specific path. Chasing after these things has caused me quite a bit of anxiety.     For that reason, I’ve decided to step back from it all and be myself, which you can imagine is pretty challenging. Especially, when you’ve got yourself intertwined with this person you think people want you to be. To combat the confusion, I’m starting to ask myself, “Is this something I truly want to do?” In this question, I am allowing myself to pursue my happiness and my dreams–in spite of the the sideways glances, the clutching of the pearls, or the shaking heads. I am keeping with me, my “go-getter” mentality and …

Acting My Age.

I remember when I was a kid, my mom read all of these childhood development books so that she could track the benchmarks of my and my brother’s progression.  The books knew whether I was a “normal” kid, or whether I was developing into someone who needed a little more care. Luckily, or not so luckily, the books deemed me normal, so the literature stopped. We stopped knowing what I should do next, what my interests should be.  I was handed, in the theoretical sense, a blank book to fill with my own stages of development. I’m 21, legally an adult, but, mentally somewhere in limbo. Consistently, I wonder where my head is “supposed to be.” I wish I had a book to tell me that what I was doing, thinking, and feeling, is normal. At this age, no one cares to track your development, especially when you’ve chosen the college route. You become the class of  people that are supposed to be on the “right” path. As this is my last year in undergrad, I’m coming to a fork; …

Sounds of September-

Long time no playlist. Right? This month has been a whirlwind of emotions, but ultimately really positive! I just applied for graduation yesterday–college is going by wayy too fast. So there– that’s my excuse for not posting this start-of-fall playlist on ‘Autumnal Equinox’. With me you can always expect a hodgepodge of sounds. This playlist is definitely a  reflection of my month–adulthood is fast approaching and lot’s been swirling around my mind. Overall, everything on this playlist pretty chill; as September should be. Leave me song suggestions for next month–I love finding new music!! xx, Taylor

Peek Inside My Life: Dorm Tour

This is where I live for about 9 months out of the year. It’s small but with some adjustments, I made it feel like a home. My vision for my last year of college was really simple. I wanted to create a relaxing space full of beautiful things and I think I accomplished that. Aside from my painting, my favorite part of the room is my window. I love the tree, when I wake up in the morning, just for a second, I forget I’m in a big city. enjoy. xo, Taylor

Sunsets & Sea Organs

SUNDAY, MARCH 9, 2014 Arrive: Zadar Train Station at 1:40 pm Hotel: Central Royal Apartments (2 nights) Activities: Explore Zadar See: Aesthetically, Zadar has so much to offer. Out of all of the locations from my week-long tour of Croatia, this place spoke to me the most! I felt like I was living out a childhood dream by staying within the walls of a little town by the sea. Despite its quaintness, Zadar hosts many amazing attractions. There is a University on site (which, if only I knew it existed!! I would not be studying abroad in london), the sea organ, a beautiful historic tower, some amazing architecture, and several looking points. The Infamous tower–which sadly was closed during our stay.Either way, it was still fabulous to look at. The Marina gave me all the feels! Immediately, I was transported to a “deleted scene” in the Little Mermaid, when I *cough* she looked out of Prince Eric’s castle. If I was an angsty-Croatian teen, this would be my spot, where I’d dream of the world beyond. For that day, it …

Travel Files: In Bruges

As promised, I’m continuing my travel series this week with my travels to Brussels, Bruges. Duration: 6 hours Date: March 2015 Bruges, for me, was all about the food! I live for chocolate, and this place was just short of heaven. Walking through this city is like walking through the pages of a story book. I was absolutely entranced…by the food.  These strawberries are perfect in every way– I took this shot while waiting in line for another wafel This chocolate shop reminded me of the shop in Chocolat, because of all the uniques flavors–especially this yummy, spicy one. Next week, I’m taking you to Zadar, Croatia. with love!

Travel Files: American in Paris

Paris Length of Trip: 48 Hours Paris is one of my favorite cities! Once I grasp the language,I could definitely imagine myself living there! My first visit, and the visit documented in these photos, was February, 2014, the day after Valentine’s Day. That weekend, I fell in love with a city.  *The tower after rainfall. We were hot off the EuroStar and ready to explore. This is probably my favorite photo from the entire trip…and I took a ton of photos.*”Cruise” Time! It was definitely cold and not very relaxing. Yet, watching the eiffel tower light up over the water, at night, is incredible. I wish I could upload my videos. Unfortunately, wordpress is being difficult.  *Escargot in the Latin Quarter. Normally, I’m a fan of escargot…only because of the sauce. But, this place was terrible. I wish I remembered the name to tell you all. It’s a cheap 3-course dinner scam for tourists. We were lured in by free wine–It happens(I guess). If you’re a foodie like me, beware of some of the marketing tactics in …

5 Things I wish I knew Before College

There’s this major misconception that as an 18 year old (well actually 17 year old) you sit down in front of a stack of applications, with your SAT scores in hand, and determine the rest of your life. That’s just not how life works for most people–plus, life should be a journey.