Eating, Praying, Surviving

February 23, 2021 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Life In Your 20's

For the next decade, if not quarter century, how we dealt with the pandemic may define us more than any pseudo-science personality. You’re an INFP, but you flew to Cancun in 2020? You’re an Enneatype 1 that tore out your stairwell in the early days and then started a Pinterest business? You’re a Gryffndor, but you got a therapist?

We all have suffered a collective trauma. It’s not even an American trauma. It’s the world’s ordeal. (Admittedly, New Zealand seems to be doing pretty well; she must be on SSRIs.)

Stop Dwelling: Time Waits On No Mortal

February 08, 2019 by Cazey Williams in Uncategorized

I woke up thinking the day would be okay. I had no urgent emails, and from bed, I posted a photo to Instagram - part of my morning ritual. I then made it to the bathroom where I spent too much time peeing because my friend posted an interesting article on Facebook.

The night before I had PB&J, which seemed fitting for Hump Day Eve. Basically, a concessionary meal that we're almost halfway through the week; no need to exert energy that I'll need to get through tomorrow. I dipped my sandwich in milk that I poured into a glass tumbler. I hung the tumbler on the drying rack afterward, because the dishwasher was running.

Why Do I Hate My Birthday? A Case of the Birthday Blues

July 11, 2018 by Sara Woznicki in Leisure, Life In Your 20's, life lessons, Sara's Column, Social Media, Tweets and Mascara

Every year around the 7th of July, I start to get panicky. I dodge questions about the 11th. I make a weird joke about free slurpies at 7-11. But then I subtly tell people it's my birthday. But that I am already busy with trivial, mundane things like working out, meetings and various other very skippable things. I give people the out they need to skip my birthday.

I think I want people to take the out because

I hate my birthday.

The Stress of a First Massage

November 07, 2017 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's

I always wanted to get a massage. This may surprise some people because I don’t like being touched. But I am receptive to touch if a.) I know it’s coming and b.) it’s deep pressure. In theory, massages would meet these criteria.

But, also in theory, massages are expensive. I have not shopped around a lot for a massage, but one time I saw a Groupon for $60 for a 90-minute session. I mean, that seems like a deal, but it’s also like paying someone 66 cents a minute to touch you. Which seems steep. I could pay $3 to enjoy coffee for 30 minutes. That’s 10 cents a minute! I think it’s even cheaper in Amsterdam.

I've been meditating and it's stressing me out

February 02, 2016 by Sara Woznicki in Sara's Column, Life In Your 20's

I downloaded Headspace a few months ago because I thought it would help me de-stress. I thought this would help me de-stress because that's the point of meditating. However, the running feed in my head has made mediating anything but relaxing.

The app itself is rather nice. It's a British man who talks you through 10 minutes-a-day meditation sessions. He sounds like a lovely guy, and the thought about meditating for 10 minutes every day is a good idea. I haven't committed to doing it every day, and I've only done it five times not consecutively.

Dating: What Is The Goal?

October 19, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Dating, Humor, Life In Your 20's

When you go on Tinder, there are certain questions you expect: "What's up?" "What do you like to do?" "Where do you live?" "DTF?"

What you don't expect to read is, "What is your ideal Tinder relationship?" I imagine if this was asked at a dinner party, everyone would stop talking.

The Read Receipt: Read This

March 02, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Dating, Humor, Life In Your 20's

Two days ago my friend texted me complaining that the guy she's talking to hasn't turned off his read receipts. Read receipts, for those of you not in possession of a Smartphone, is the phenomenon where you send a text and can then see that your friend/crush/enemy/dad read the text at 6:38 PM.

Nifty, right?

Wrong. Because why aren't they replying? Okay, they're probably making dinner . . . now eating dessert . . . now watching TV, maybe cleaning the dishes . . . checking Facebook . . . showering . . . WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO RESPOND?

Aerial Anxiety

January 27, 2015 by Sara Woznicki in Life In Your 20's, life lessons, Sara's Column, Tweets and Mascara

Sometimes I'm convinced that I can make an everyday event a total nail biter. Like that time I needed to fly home. The anxiety started the moment I needed to buy a ticket. Fun fact: trying to fly out of Richmond sucks. You can't just fly from Richmond to your destination. No, you need to fly several hours out of your way to make it home. And on top of that, there's millions of options to select from. After stressing for several hours about when I was going to leave, I finally settled on Richmond to Charlotte to Connecticut. Then came the stress about navigating the airports. One of my worst qualities is my directional abilities. And by that, I mean I don't have any. So I legit studied the maps and talked it through with my more well-travelled roommates.

Awkward Gym Encounters

November 28, 2014 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Life In Your 20's, Tweets and Mascara, Uncategorized

This morning I’ve finished doing leg lifts on a dip machine and am about to do some decline crunches when this dude approaches me: “Hey, man, can you spot me?” He smells of sour cream and onion BO.

Points of information: I don’t know this man, he reeks, and I am not comfortable spotting people. I am also wearing headphones, which is like wearing an invisibility cloak: Don’t disrupt someone with headphones. So why are you asking me, dude? Do I look like a for-hire spotter?

However, I acquiesce. It’s more awkward to say “No, I can’t” than to feign spotting (unless I end up allowing the barbell to crush his sternum; that could be way more awkward).

Anxiety in all forms

September 09, 2014 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Life In Your 20's, life lessons, Tweets and Mascara

Today I want to talk about a little known disorder that afflicts some average Americans like myself. I suffer from ABS, otherwise known as Anxious Bladder Syndrome, first described by yours truly in 2013. The primary symptom is inability to urinate when people are around.