March 7, 2018No Comments

When a flower doesn’t bloom

It’s my job to know all about the seasons as a florist, particularly, which fragile flowers are complimented or weakened by the different seasons.

Over time, I’ve become an expert at judging when my floral blooms have past their sell-by date, and chucking a bunch of once beautiful but now sad, tired anemones onto the compost heap has never seen me shed a tear.

But as my soon-to-be 30th birthday quickly rolls my way, I’m wondering why I’ve struggled to commit this wisdom to other aspects of my life.

My closest friends were a group of three fun-loving girls I first met at primary school. Growing up together saw our years of rehearsing dance routines in the school playground soon turn into lying to our parents, sneaking out of our houses and heading to the latest teenage party with a bottle of WKD concealed under our coats. It was us vs. the world, and life was good.

 

"It would be unfair to say there were never any signs of trouble bubbling beneath the soil. There were."

 

We dived into the world of ‘firsts’ side by side. First boyfriends, first breakups, first jobs, first houses; the adventures went on right into our late 20’s until eventually, roots became rotten and my world came crashing down.

A year and a half ago, my long-term friendship group staged a disappearing act. All three of them, after actual decades of closeness, decided to collectively uproot and run within days. I haven't heard a word since.

 

"For months, outsiders would comment quietly in my ear that the friendship I was clinging onto seemed one-sided, negative and unhealthy."

 

It would be unfair to say there were never any signs of trouble bubbling beneath the soil. There were. But it was the normal ebbs and flows of life that seemed to rock their boat; I found myself in a relationship, I struggled with anxiety, I chose not to go out drinking every weekend. These 'sticking points’ really did stick with my friends… and they made that very clear.

 

Black and white image of a stem with numerous flowers

 

For months, outsiders would comment quietly in my ear that the friendship I was clinging onto seemed one-sided, negative and unhealthy. But, nevertheless, I wasn't strong enough to grow alone.

 

"Our adult lives bring huge changes and sometimes, our once nearest and dearest friendships refuse to sustain growth or bloom."

 

Eventually, when the decision to ‘unfriend’ happened without my knowing, I surprisingly felt a breath of fresh air. In some ways, I even felt free. Of course there was, and still is, a hole, but the hole isn't bottomless and its gradually filling with the possibility of a more positive, supportive and adaptable network of friends.

It’s taken time but I’ve slowly started to realise that it’s okay to take control and draw a close to negative friendships that have outgrown the planter they first started in. Our adult lives bring huge changes and sometimes, our once nearest and dearest friendships refuse to sustain growth or bloom. If this happens, my one piece of advice is as follows;

“When a flower doesn't bloom, fix the environment in which it grows.”

Happy growing.

 


 

Laura is a florist and business owner.

Blossom and Tied

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March 5, 2018No Comments

Seasonal Fling

You warned me very fairly that it was to be

a fling, that you'd be off before the cherry

blossoms had opened and that you'd left

a large chunk of your heart in another country

anyway. It didn't stop me falling for you, but

I feel I did it with a restraint I would not have

otherwise exercised. I never took your arm in

public and I turned away when I wanted to

smile, as though discretely spitting out gum.

 

You said I'd come at the wrong time, that it

wasn't me but the breeze that brought me in.

You probably tell them all that, but I'll never

have to meet them and so can find it special.

Really your compliments are nothing if not

ecologically sound. They've rumbled against

a thousand eardrums. You'll recycle them

until they degrade quite naturally.


 

Naoise Dolan is a writer and poet.

@naoisedo

November 16, 2017No Comments

Things Brooklyn Does to Your Brain

Those who choose to move to Brooklyn will endure involuntarily changes to their brain function in as little as 3 minutes, or as long as 8 hours after settling in the borough.

To gain a better understanding of this phenomenon, the CDC conducted in-depth testing on the brain of a brand new Brooklynite. The CDC sought to understand the severity and rapidity of changes in the brain after moving to Brooklyn. This subject, called BK-19 for purposes of anonymity, experienced differences in brain function in 2 hours, 1 minute, and 7 seconds after getting the keys to their new apartment in Williamsburg.

While the CDC has not yet released an official report about the effects Brooklyn has on the human brain, the following symptoms can help you identify if you or a loved one is possibly suffering from Brooklyn Syndrome.

 

1) Changes in olfactory stimuli

Your sense of smell has become so acute that you can now sniff out trans fats, high sodium levels, and preservatives in your food. You can also smell inorganic ingredients in your body lotions, perfumes, and makeup. These contaminated products make you so ill that you cannot come within 10 feet of them without feeling nauseous. However, your sense of smell somehow weakened in terms of yourself; you have defiantly decided not to shave your armpits anymore, and you choose not to apply deodorant because you've discovered its unhealthy side effects.

 

Ever since you spotted that really cool looking girl wearing Warby Parker's Owen eyeglasses on the corner of Wythe and North 3rd, you decided you just had to have those glasses

 

2) Reduced stress levels

You used to work 80+ hours a week in a law firm in midtown, but after moving to Brooklyn, your pace in life has completely changed. You no longer work at the law firm, instead opting to run a small 1930s-inspired vintage boutique out of a sketchy warehouse in Bushwick. Without the chance of a drug test looming over your head, you indulge in frequent “chill sessions” (you know what this means), which further minimizes your already-low level of stress.

 

Your sense of smell has become so acute that you can now sniff out trans fats, high sodium levels, and preservatives in your food.

 

3) Impaired vision

When you lived in Manhattan last week, you saw your eye doctor and were told that your vision was a perfect 20/20. No need for eyeglasses, hooray! But this week you live in Brooklyn, and your vision is suddenly in rapid decline. Ever since you spotted that really cool looking girl wearing Warby Parker's Owen eyeglasses on the corner of Wythe and North 3rd, you decided you just had to have those glasses, and your body followed suit with an appropriate physical reaction. Now you need eyeglasses, hooray!

 

You no longer work at the law firm, instead opting to run a small 1930s-inspired vintage boutique out of a sketchy warehouse in Bushwick

 

Image | Yonghyun Lee

 

4) Loss of memory

Craigslist helped you find a tiny bedroom (more like glorified hallway space) right in the middle of a railroad-style apartment off of DeKalb Avenue. It's not ideal—you live with 2 girls, 7 mice, and 13 cockroaches, all of whom must pass through your private bedroom space to get from one side of the apartment to the other—but at $750 a month, it's a steal! The fact that your family is pretty wealthy, owns a mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut, and set up a $10,000,000 trust fund in your name is fading away in your memory. Who cares, anyway? You can say you lived in uncharted Brooklyn territory before its inevitable gentrification! That's something money can't buy, eh?

 

Before you know it, you're a co-owner of a small Brooklyn-based brewery that incorporates the organic vegetables grown on your roof.

 

5) Decrease in hunger and elevated thirst

Ever since you purchased the NutriBullet, you've been living off of juices made of organic greens from your rooftop farm. You haven't chewed food in the last few weeks, and you find that you prefer it this way. However, because you can't quite make an appetizing juice out of donuts (or can you?), you find that beer is an appropriate substitute for the “unhealthy” lifestyle your body sometimes craves. Your elevated levels of thirst lead you to become a connoisseur in local beer, and before you know it, you're a co-owner of a small Brooklyn-based brewery that incorporates the organic vegetables grown on your roof.

November 16, 2017No Comments

I’m Keeping My Last Name When I Get Married, and Here’s Why

My name tells my story. It says that I am from ex-Yugoslavia. When people see my name, they immediately ask about my background because the combination of letters look and sound foreign. They know that I'm different, that I am just a bit removed from the average person in the United States.

My last name gave me so much trouble growing up. Teachers, salespeople, and everyone in between seldom got the pronunciation right on their own. “How exactly do you say your last name?” is a question I still frequently hear. I used to be annoyed and embarrassed about the foreign characteristic of my name, but now I see it as international; my name makes me unique, interesting even.

I am who I am today because of this name. I've struggled because of it, I've succeeded because of it.

My last name has contributed significantly to my growth. I've developed a profound relationship with my name. It's put me through some trouble, it's made people see me as exotic, it's even given me a certain credibility. Up until this point, everyone I've met knows me as Kristina Todorovic. This is my identity. This is who I am. Why would I change that?

Women have been expected to change their names in marriage for centuries, so we have become somewhat desensitized to this tradition. Most of us don't even think of whether or not we would change our last names to those of our future spouses; instead we just accept that it will inevitably happen.

My last name gave me so much trouble growing up.

I was one of the girls who grew up believing that I, too, will one day have to part with my current last name and adopt a new one. A new identity. I accepted it. I even started to practice it as early as middle school; in my diary, I signed out of many entries with my first name and my crush's last name attached. As I got older, my friends and I often combined our first names with our boyfriends' last names to see if our potential future names would sound good. Changing our last names was a reality we were all too willing to accept.

But as I grow older, deeper into adulthood, I become more attached to my name, the second half of it crucial to my name as a whole. I am opinionated, independent, friendly, sarcastic, and sometimes aggressive—Todorovic qualities that date back decades. I am who I am today because of this name. I've struggled because of it, I've succeeded because of it. I'm reluctant to toss it away so easily.

They know that I'm different, that I am just a bit removed from the average person in the United States.

My future husband, whoever he may be, will have met me as Kristina Todorovic. He will have fallen in love with Kristina Todorovic. He will have asked Kristina Todorovic to spend the rest of his life with him. Why would he expect me to change such a crucial aspect of my identity after a marriage certificate enters the picture?

If my future husband makes a good case for himself, I might consider hyphenating our last names. But for the sake of my personal identity, for the sake of who I am as a person, Todorovic will always remain in my name.

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