All Good Things Begin With The Letter "T"

...okay, maybe not all things.

But two defining (this term is used loosely... or not) moments in my life happened within the past week,

and now I'm strongly convinced that the universe has deemed "T" the magical letter for me.

The first "T" moment in which I had a close-to-a-spiritual-epiphany-moment/thing:

Tim Tams.

Or more specifically, Tim Tam Slams.

It's simple, really.

All you do is...

Grab some Tim Tam's.

Bite off each end.

Put one end in a smokin' hot beverage

and use it as a straw basically.

SLAM.

And then you shove it all in your mouth.

And then you will probably cry a little as the cookie becomes crumbly and a little mushy and the caramel melts and dissolves on your tongue and the chocolate gets melty all over your finger and the combination of flavors seriously renders you speechless because you realize the astounding fact that your life has just been changed.

Then, repeat.

Because you can't just Tim Tam Slam once.

(Or twice. Or three times. Who me? What?)

It's impossible. I dare you.

You are very welcome for those ten extra pounds you will surely gain from this newfound knowledge. Just tell people you're extra-cuddle-worthy now.

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The second "T" moment - in which I figured out who I want to grow up to be:

photo credit: my lovely roommate, Cassandra.

Meeting Tory Burch!

She's not just my favorite designer - she is also a role model for the girl-who-doesn't-really-know-what-she's-doing-right-now-but-would-really-love-to-be-a-facilitator-of-positive-change/an-aspiring-young-professional-who-wants-to-make-it-big-someday like me.

So when I heard she was coming to Stanford for a talk on power and entrepreneurship,

I freaked out a little and then calmed down enough to plan my outfit.

Lauren and I showed up an hour in advance,

and trust me, as we were waiting outside by the picnic tables

for an opportune time (aka not the very first people there) to go in,

I had a mini spaz attack every time I saw a thin, blond-haired woman walk by.

It wasn't healthy. So Lauren finally let me book it to the auditorium forty minutes before the talk started, and we were able to snag prime seats in the second row (first row was reserved or we'd have been there stat) smack dab in the middle. As in, our faces were separated by ten feet of thin air, you guys.

Honestly, Tory is such a special person (yes, we're indeed BFFs already, so I know all about this).

But in all seriousness, she is driven and motivated and lovely and so gracious.

She was also impeccably dressed - THOSE. SHOES.

The end-all-be-all:

Cassandra, Tory Burch, Moi, Karen, Lauren.

Yes, it happened.

We stayed after, and nervously waited amongst a group of Louboutin-clad pretty young things to meet her.

By "meet her," I kind of mean we all cornered her and she was nice enough to take a picture with us,

and then she started a conversation with us.

She asked about our majors.

Who is this woman and why is she so amazing?

And then as we were walking away, the intelligent comment about social entrepreneurship I had so painstakingly crafted in my mind kind of blew itself up into smithereens, and I very awkwardly said to her:

"You should try Coupa. It's really good.

Yeah, the chai. It's great."

Dear Lord, please help me.

But get this:

I found out through Facebook later,

she did go to Coupa.

Tory Burch took my advice.

I'm done.

I very sincerely apologize for this rambling, all-over-the-place insanity of a post.

These things just made me really happy & I couldn't not share.

Much love.