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Hello world of Managment 3120!

Enough about you, let's talk about ME:
My name is Sarah. I'm 5'2"... 5'5" with heals. Brown eyes and dark brown hair. People first notice my smile and my laugh. I'm thir... wait... lets not go there.

I live in fabulous New York City, where I attend Baruch College and work full time in  the personal wealth management sector. I started working in banking right out of high school... first as a deposit specialist, then moving into lending. It wasn't long until I fell into the "holy crap I'm making so much money, who needs college" trap. So midway through my sophomore year I left the stressful life of a student to work full time. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The fast pace and fancy dinners were just the beginning! Those were the glory years of banking. We had big budgets, conferences and business trips to see clients, wholesaler paid bar bills, and all  the cell phone minutes you could ask for. Life was good... but then it happened.

I - found - a - grey - hair. Can you believe that?!?!

My perfect world came tumbling down. Why was I being punished? How could my perfect life produce such disastrous byproduct? It hit me that maybe... just maybe... I wasn't living the life I always dreamed about as a little girl. I mean, I was going to be a Princess, and Princesses do NOT have grey hair! Bottom line, it was clearly time to take matters into my own hands. I needed to reflect.

First things first, I went to my hairdresser and complained as it is her duty in life to ensure that I have flawless locks at all times. Then I went to my masseuse... one needs a knot free back before reflecting on ones future. From there I went to my guru... Javier at Bergdorf Goodman... who found me the perfect pair of reflecting shoes. Which meant that it was time for the final step... But where do you go for life changing reflecting? Somewhere with lots of mirrors or shiny surfaces I'd assume. And since it was the dead of November at that time, I could think of only one place to go. Los Angeles!

So I clicked my phone 3 times, called my travel agent, and hopped on the next flight to LA. Yes, LA... where the weather is 75 and people will say its chilly out. LA.... where it's sometimes hard to tell the surfer dudes from the homeless. Yes my friends, LA... where women are so desperate they'll still go home with the hot guy who's been ignoring them all night because, hey... maybe they'll get to see Malibu. But for me it's LA... where my Uncle has a heated pool, a spare car, and a guest house. So I began meditating in a chez lounge. I thought about what I was doing, and where I wanted to be in 5 or 10 or 20 years. It took nearly 4 days of meditation, but soon I knew that the next step of my journey was to give myself options. Finishing what I started long ago. It's important to finish things... including my mimosa.

When I returned from my trip of self discovery, I went straight to Baruch and did a direct enrollment for Spring 2010. I won't get into the weeds... that was a roller coaster of an adventure in itself. But I'm here a year later... with just a few more sessions to go and I'll be finished!

Who knows what's in store... because life is what happens when you're busy planning. But maybe, when it's all over, I'll have come far enough down that the next road is visible (preferably one called Madison or 5th Aveune). I just hope wherever it is that I can still visit Javier from time to time.

Until the next entry... I recommend contemplating the healing powers of cashmere.

Cheers~
Seecr