Reduce your carbon footprints with seven easy habits

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With the impending doom of our planet approaching quickly, everybody can afford to pick up some new habits that can help delay our destruction by just a little bit longer. The stigma around the zero waste and vegan communities is that they are very exclusive, and very harsh when it comes to imperfections. But, the cold hard truth is that you don’t have to be perfect at any of it to contribute to saving our planet. …


Going back home, but leaving my heart in Orlando

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I’m currently in a really weird place, both physically and emotionally. Physically, I’m sitting in an empty corner on the floor at the Amtrak Auto Train Station in Sanford, Florida for the next five-ish hours, waiting to board the Auto Train to Virginia. We were supposed to depart at 4:00pm, but the Southbound train hasn’t even arrived yet. It’s currently 3:45pm. Emotionally, I am in a deep pit of despair, but also over the moon excited, somehow at the exact same time.

I was recently gifted the opportunity to work and live in Walt Disney World for a five month period, which is not something many people get to say. Obviously, I could not say no, but it would mean packing up and moving away from my boyfriend, family, and everything familiar to me. I expected it to be difficult, working long hours, missing home, and meeting new people. Which it definitely was. There were times I wanted to give up, but I am so happy that I didn’t. The relationships I created in Florida will stay with me, I’m sure, until the end of time, and that made all of the hardships worth it. I had the privilege of meeting four of the strongest, most wonderful women you could ever meet (and I was lucky enough to live with all of them). We shared stories, bonded over late, drunken nights, and became each others’ family when we didn’t have anybody else to turn to. And that’s why goodbye was so hard. Because I got to spend five months with my best friends that live all across the country (with one in Mexico), and then I just had to leave them behind. …


Spice up your diet with this little fungi! (Get it?)

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Photo by Jenn Kosar on Unsplash

Mushrooms are undeniably my absolute favorite vegetable, especially as a vegetarian. They are jam packed with protein and lots of that delicious and savory umami flavor. I like to use them in just about any dish that I cook in order to add an extra little punch. From white, shiitake, portobello, or anything in between, these 12 recipes will leave you with a greater appreciation for the world’s most versatile vegetable.


Sustainability through the eyes of a naive 20-something-year-old.

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About five years ago, I decided to go to college right after high school and after about a month of going to class and meeting people from different walks of life, I knew everything… obviously. And I most definitely knew that the planet was dying and I was going to singlehandedly save it from the destructive hands of the human race. I bought a ton of reusable grocery bags, cotton produce bags, stainless steel straws, and just about anything else that could cut down on my plastic use. My lemon colored Hydroflask became my best friend; she came everywhere with me when I vowed to never use a plastic water bottle ever again. I became a vegetarian. I carried at least two sets of bamboo cutlery on me at all times (just in case a friend needed some), and of course, about four or five handy dandy reusable straws. …


Your tattoos don’t need a profound meaning behind them, unless you want them to.

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I grew up in a household in which tattoos were not really talked about all that often, but it was kind of an unspoken rule that your skin shouldn’t be tainted with ink — especially if it was visible with a short sleeve shirt.

What will it do to your job prospects in the future? People with tattoos can’t work a normal 9–5 office job.
What will our friends and family think about you? People with tattoos are mean and aggressive.

Being the angsty teenager that I was, I repelled these ideals and spent many nights scrolling through tumblr and visualizing all of the tattoos I would have in the future. Fifteen year old me had a lot of ideas and wanted to be covered head to toe in large, colorful designs, even if it was against my parents wishes. But, one thing behind my designs always carried over — they all need to have a very special meaning behind them, or else they were pointless. …


Budgeting as a beginner (seriously).

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At the age of twenty-one years old, I am lucky enough to have a secure, full time job that allows me to live in the beautiful city of Philadelphia, while also attending Temple University full time. Budgeting is an extremely important part of my weekly routine, and it allows me to have some extra fun money on the side as well.

The Breakdown

First and foremost, I get paid bi-weekly and on an average paycheck, I take home about $1,000 after taxes. And — I just started to monetize my articles on Medium, so that will give me a small boost in income as well. Sometimes it’s less, sometimes it’s more depending on my overtime for the week. I automatically put $700 of that in my savings account, which is what I pay my bills out of. $300 is left over for food, pet care, and my fun money. …


We grew up together, until we grew apart.

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I’ve been working at the same place for the past six years. To most, that doesn’t seem like a very long time — but this place was never supposed to be a career. I was hired to clean up after messy movie goers as a quiet, very awkward teenager only two months after my sixteenth birthday. My managers barely even knew I existed because I was so damn quiet. But, after coming out of my shell a bit, I was promoted to management during my senior year of high school. I was really starting to make a name for myself within the theatre industry, taking charge of movie promotions that were plastered all over the company newsletters or creating unique employee engagement activities. …


The classic Philly staple — completely cruelty free.

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Growing up in the beautiful city of Philadelphia means that I grew up eating a lot of cheesesteaks. They were cheap, easily accessible, greasy, and delicious. They always make me think of home. When I was a kid, my dad took me and my siblings out on a late-night drive, and we stopped at the three most famous shops — Geno’s, Pat’s, and Jim’s. We got one sandwich from each shop, each got a fourth, and he made us pick a favorite. On my twenty-first birthday, we bar hopped for hours, and drunkenly wound up at Joe’s Steaks at 3am. There is a lot of nostalgia connected to a simple steak sandwich. Since I stopped eating meat a year ago, I no longer indulge in the city’s staple sandwich. …


Most of the time, it’s not an accident.

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As a young girl in the service industry, unfortunately, experiencing sexism is basically a part of my job description. I work in a movie theatre as a part of an all-white, all-male (except for me, obviously) management team, and the customers never let me forget it. Every time someone asks me “Can I speak to your boss, please?” or “Are you the manager?” — even when I’m standing behind customer service in a suit jacket — I die a little bit inside. They always give my coworkers more respect, stand up straighter when they introduce themselves, or listen to them when they repeat the exact thing that I just told them. For the most part, I don’t think it’s on purpose. …


Heading into a job interview? Roll a D20.

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Picture this. Four young boys sitting in their parent’s basement at the age of thirteen, surrounded by a few oddly shaped dice, books with titles like “Dungeon Master’s Guide” and “Monster Manual” sprawled open all over the table, empty bags of Doritos, and a twelve pack of Mountain Dew. Three of them are huddled together, trying to figure out what their next move is going to be, as the fourth boy sits at the head of the table with a menacing smile on his face. While it may look like a whole lot of nothing, I promise you it’s not. These kids are on a quest to retrieve a lost amulet and return it to the princess of the Forgotten Realm, who promised them their weight in gold if they succeed. They’re standing at the edge of a mystical cave, trying to make a game plan to defeat the terrible monsters that are awaiting them inside. A loud stomp rumbles the ground beneath them. Out walks a 9-foot tall hill giant, wielding a wooden club. One of the boys says “I want to attack him with my war hammer.” …

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Wendy Elizabeth

Writer. Student. Storyteller. Welcome to my brain. | “Every action is an act of creation.”

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