Mazel Tovs

I sit here at my desk in a huge temporary office that I'll be occupying here at The Jewish Museum until my permanent office overlooking Fifth Avenue is remodeled. Although this is most certainly not my first time settling into a new job, this time it's different. I knew a bunch of my colleagues personally before starting and I carved out exactly what I'll be doing here with my new boss before I even came in for an interview. It's strange and new and wonderful. I often find myself thinking, how the heck did I end up here?

Earlier this year, a good friend and former colleague calls with news of a possible position opening up at the organization where he works, The Jewish Museum. He asks if I'm looking for my next opportunity [I'm not]. He asks for my wish list of all the things I'd want in a next job and I tell him. We chat about life and vacations and laugh a lot. I'm reminded of how much I had enjoyed working with him at Lincoln Center.

A week or so later he calls me again saying the wish list job that we'd talked about will be real. And shortly after that, an interview is scheduled. Scratch that. 4 back-to-back interviews are scheduled for one hot morning in July. I went in optimistic, nervous, but mainly very excited. I left the marathon of meetings feeling good.

I receive the call with the offer. A perfect next position for me, more money than I had asked for, and the chance to work for a colleague I admire and respect. I think long and hard about it. I love working at Lincoln Center - my commute, my role, the people I work with. But can Lincoln Center offer me what I need to take my career to the next level?

Before diving in head first and saying yes, I bring up the offer to my boss at Lincoln Center. She talks through my options at Lincoln Center but ultimately tells me she would not be able to look at herself in the mirror if she encouraged me to stay because she knows she can't match what I'd been offered at the Museum. I then take a huge leap of faith, accept the position and put in my official notice.

I've been at the Museum for about a month and I love it. My boss is someone I know and have worked with before. My team is strong. The hours are more reasonable. The salary is high. I constantly feel like I'm not doing enough work. That is probably because I was a bit over-worked and burnt out at my last job (despite the fact that I really loved it). I'm settling in and most importantly, I'm happy.

And to put the cherry on the sundae, Alex and I got engaged last month! Alex proposed quietly in our apartment after a New York City Football Club soccer game and before the most amazing dinner at Ichimura at Brushstroke. We're planning a wedding for next fall and I couldn't be more excited to call Alex my family.

It's been a fantastic end to the summer with many mazels.

Bookworm

I finally completed the Certificate in Fundraising I had started back in 2012.

It's been a long road taking all 7 courses and getting to the finish line. Weill Cornell paid for the first class...and then I got laid off so my studies fell to the wayside. Roundabout didn't offer tuition reimbursement but gave me time off and a $20 stipend to take one (and only one) class. 2 out of 7 in the bag. But with the measly salary of a theater employee, I couldn't continue on. Luckily, Lincoln Center paid for the remaining 5 classes, which I took over the last 2 years. And now I'm done!

There's no pomp and circumstance surrounding the completion of the certificate. I submitted a form online and the certificate arrived in the mail.

It's pretty anticlimactic. For me, there's always been something exciting about graduation ceremonies. A chance to take a day to appreciate all the hard work I've put in and reflect on all I've accomplished. Putting on a crazy hat and dressing up like an owl with my classmates at my side. It's a rite of passage.

I'm always hungry to learn and grow. Both personally and professionally. While I'm done with this program at NYU, I'll likely be pursuing some other academic endeavor in the near future. I'll always be a student at heart.

Jai Bhagwan

After a really tough year, I took myself on a yoga retreat to Kripalu. It was recommended by a friend who had been before and I decided to give it a go. I couldn't be happier I did!

Kripalu is nestled in the Berkshire mountains in Massachusetts right next to Tanglewood. My days were filled with activities: yoga classes, meditation clinics, hiking, kayaking, dancing. I also did my fair share of reading and relaxing. The meals were really great with lots of options. Breakfasts were silent but lunches and dinners were social. My room was perfectly adequate with a beautiful view of the mountains. It wasn't air-conditioned which was a little uncomfortable on 2 scorching nights. Bathrooms were down the hall, dorm-style, but that didn't matter much to me. Guests could opt into or out of whatever activities they like. I took advantage of as much as I could during my time there. The trip was just what I needed: calming and restorative but also invigorating. During a beautiful hike, we stumbled into a Tanglewood rehearsal and got to listen to the orchestra rehearse. That was such a magical moment for me. I ended my stay with a massage and my body certainly needed one after all the exercise I was doing that week. The whole experience felt a bit like summer camp for adult yogis.

What I have come to realize is that I require a significant amount of alone time. I love being around friends and family and I love socializing. I also love spending time with myself and unplugging from the world for a while. This retreat was just what I needed; it felt fabulous to refocus and breathe.