i’m so over it

then why did you join?

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ΔΦΕ has been a huge part of my life for the past five years and it will continue to be in the forefront of my life. Rushing a Greek organization and the New Member Process are very important steps in any Greek’s life. During these two chapters, you learn that being Greek and being part of an ever growing organization isn’t for four years, rather it’s for life. In my experience, accountability is always a downfall of a sister’s membership. Just like an organization or any activity in life, if you put more into something, the better the results.

Why yes, that is Macklemore and Ryan Lewis throwing up the Unicorn horn!

Why yes, that is Macklemore and Ryan Lewis throwing up the Unicorn horn!

While I was an active sister, I believe that I was the epitome of a “sorority girl” (loyal, professional, high standards, philanthropic, confident, accountable, lively and adventurous) and I still am. You can find me melding into that stereotype because I’m a Vera carrying, bow wearing, pearl sporting, monogram obsessed, southern hair kind of girl and those are an everyday occurrence. Yes, it’s my style and who I am but that’s because of my fondness for my Deephers. Being a Deepher has become such an important thing in my life. I could never imagine uttering the words, “I’m so over the sorority thing” as an active or now as an Alumnae. In the past day, I was sent the article below three times by different women and it’s worth reading, especially if you are Greek. I hope Emily Johnson inspires you and lights a fire under your ass if you are one of those “I’m so over the sorority thing” girls.

The text below is from Emily Johnson’s blog which you can find here. A HUGE shout out to Emily for taking the courage to write this. YITS!

“I’m So Over the Sorority Thing”

When I became a member of my sorority I felt in my heart that I was joining something bigger than myself.

But then along the way you tend to forget.

You forget the meaning of sisterhood because you live in such close proximity to your sisters and they inevitably get on your last nerve.

You forget the bonds you have with these women because boys, frat parties, and cooler decorating become more important.

You forget that you genuinely share an interest with some of the women in your chapter because they can be catty, mean-spirited, quirky, or downright weird. (But you know what, they’re family- and all families have the eccentric one, the dramatic one, the loud one, the quiet one, the one who is MIA majority of the time, and that’s what makes a family interesting. It makes a family a family. )

And then you graduate, and then you really forget.

You lose touch with many of your sisters, the women who were supposed to be your life long friends.

You forget what appealed to you about this chapter, this sisterhood, this bond, because life got in the way and clouded your memory. You look back and it’s hard to see past the time you were wronged, the time a sister wasn’t there for you or any other dramatic moment that redefined your perception of a sorority.

You forget how incredibly special and unique the bond was with your big or your little because you’re older now and it is not socially acceptable to go around calling a twenty-something year old friend, “big”, “mom”, “dot”, or “little”.

In essence you simply forget. There are more important things in life than a sorority. How juvenile.

But then, there are times when your faith in sisterhood and its everlasting bonds is revived.

It’s in times of need, when you see a sister is hurting that you can’t help it -you want to be there for her in some capacity.  Because no matter how hard you try to dismiss it- that bond remains.

When there is a loss, a death, a tragedy we feel compelled to reach out.

That’s lovely.

That’s what you should do.Don’t be so foolish as to think it’s special that you give of your time, your energy, or your love to a dear friend (or even someone who is practically a stranger) when they need it most. It’s what you should do. Not just as a sister, but as a fellow human being.

But there is also something else you should do.

As a sorority woman it’s difficult for people to understand why this silly little chapter means so much to you. Hell, sometimes it’s even difficult for you to remember why this chapter means, or meant, so much to you.

So the next time you find yourself saying or thinking, “I’m so over the sorority thing.” Think about a time in your life when you may really need your sisters and they’ll be compelled to help. You would want that… wouldn’t you?

Think about the time you were a brand new member and were a little intimidated to go to formal but one of the older girls reached out to you and made you feel welcome.

Think about the time at recruitment when you were a senior and it was your last preference ceremony and you balled like a baby and couldn’t explain why.

Think about being a younger member or as a PNM going through rush and seeing the older members cry like babies and think, “I want that. I want something to mean that much to me.”

Think about the night when everyone was going out but you and another sister you barely knew stayed in and watched movies, talked, or went and got froyo instead. Maybe you became best friends, or maybe you didn’t. But it was somehow special.

Think about how stressful it was when big and little time came around- what with all the baskets, spending more time crafting than studying and spending way too much money on ridiculous decorations that you know won’t be acceptable after college but you make them anyway. You invest so much time making sure everything is perfectly painted, bedazzled and glitterfied- only to find remnants of glitter when you move out of your dorm room or apartment, months or years after the fact. (Any sorority woman can attest to the fact that glitter is indeed the herpes of craft supplies.)

I guess what I’m trying to say is this..

Treat your sister, every sister, even the sister you have nothing in common with, with kindness, respect, and acknowledgment that they are of value. Always.

Because, after all, these are more than friends- they’re sisters. You don’t have to like them or hangout with them everyday, but you have all collectively agreed there is a unique bond that you share and thus, you are innately required to care.

It’s easy to forget and let harbored negativity and grudges cloud what was once a very special and important part of your life. Never forget the good times and the genuine spirit that at one point in time  made you choose to become part of a sisterhood. You needed this and they needed you. Regardless of what has happened since, that will always be a large part of your life. Be grateful you were so lucky to have felt that. Not many people do.

We all still need each other.

Even after we graduate.

Even after we get married.

Even after we have children and our college days are but a distant memory.

Instead of holding on to the dramatics of life, choose to remember that feeling you had when it first hit you. When you for once felt like this was where you belonged.

When you start to forget, just remember…

You promised to “forget-me-not”.

give thanks round 1

30 days of thankful, edt. 1

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Last November one of my friends was talking about her 30 Days of Thanks project and I wanted to hop on board. Now let me get this out of the way by saying, the idea that being grateful for 30 days is ridiculous; you should be grateful every day, not just for 30 days. That’s the problem though. We know we should be grateful every day, but we aren’t. That’s why 30 Days of Thanks was a project I took under my wing this November.

I understand that you should be grateful every day thing; however, I recognize that doesn’t always happen in my life. I’m working on that. I hope by the end of 30 Days of Thanks project, I will stick to it every day, not just the 30 days that are in November. Alas, every project must start somewhere, so here it goes. Here is a recap of the first 10 days in November.

11/1 – Costume Parties

As Halloween fell in the middle of the week, I choose to celebrate Halloween three times! It was the best decision. Halloween was filled with costume parties, good friends and many memories. I am particularly thankful for friends who dressed up the day after Halloween with me and went out to take on the night.

11/2- Date night, Alexandria

Date night is a strange an interesting thing. I am thankful for a boyfriend who is excited to go on dates. Not only is he excited, but he also suggests them. Today, Matt and I went to Old Town Alexandria for a few surprises. We walked down historic King Street before heading to dinner. Our date night turned into a little adventure filled with new experiences, opportunities and laughter. I am thankful that date night is always on the books and we haven’t turned into some boring/stuffy couple who doesn’t do things.

11/3- My Faith

I am thankful for my faith. This one is unexplainable. After walking into church once, and realizing mass was an hour later– we decided to say a prayer and leave. It all seemed well, but once at Starbucks, it only seemed right to finish the last sip of cider and to head back for mass.

11/4- My Anchor

My dearest friend and anchor: Paul. Paul is a huge constant in my life which I couldn’t be more thankful for.

11/5- election day

Though election day was 11/4, it still happened. Living in a democracy is incredible. This is one thing I believe that most people take for granted. Working in DC, election day is always something that is light up and makes you think. I am thankful for having the opportunity to have my voice heard.

11/6- Coincidences

Today, I learned that a co-worker, who was born and raised in DC, grew up in my current neighborhood. Once we got to talking she was so intrigued to learn about Bloomingdale and what’s going on there now. A little coincidence made me so thankful that I could help put a smile on someone’s face.

11/7- Ann Marie

My mother is single-handily one of the greatest people I have the honor of knowing.  I am grateful to have a miraculous role model and wonderful supporter in my life. Without my mom being my biggest cheerleader I would have missed a lot of opportunities. I couldn’t be more thankful to have her as a shining star in my life.

11/8- My Greek Family

Being Greek, is a huge part of my life– both in college and now today. It’s something that will never change. I am beyond thankful for the bonds I have created and sustained with my Greek family with constitutes to grow. Winona State started me off with a base, but there was no stopping me. Now my Greek family is near and far. It’s an unexplainable love and gratitude that will always be in the air when I think about my Greek family.

11/9- Winona, MN

Winona, MN is a beautiful little college town, tucked in between the Mississippi River and a gorgeous set of bluffs.  I could write this one about anything in Winona, but it’s about how it prepared me. Speaking with a friend about Winona he said, ” I miss that town and it’s comfort and security. It’s like a nice sweater. But I’m happy I’m not there anymore. I’m grateful for what it gave me and how it prepared me.” Honestly, I couldn’t have said it any better myself. I am beyond thankful for Winona and what it gave me, how it prepared me and all the tools I was able to utilize while being there.

11/10-  Snow

You’ll only hear me say it once, I am thankful for snow. I love seeing the seasons change. Now living in DC it is something I crave, it’s something I miss. I miss seeing the first snow fall. I miss the prefect white untouched snow in the treetops and on the road. Seeing snow today was a perfect twist right before I left the Midwest.

 

kapnos

it’s all Greek to me

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Chef Mike Isabella, Top Chef, opened Kapnos yet another resultant in July 2013. His newest restaurant draws inspiration from Northern Greece and he brings it to the Fourteenth Street Corridor, in Washington, DC. in July 2013.

Kapnos is Greek for “smoke,” which just happens to be the first aroma to greet you as you begin your dining experience. The rustic feel and open kitchen make you feel right at home. This cozy restaurant is a treat for all.  Imagine, two wood-fire grills with rotating spits and a large oven for stone-baked flat breads. Guests can enjoy carvings from whole animals that have been spit-roasted all day, including: lamb, goat, duck, chicken, and suckling pig, there is really nothing you can go wrong with when ordering off this menu.

For a celebratory Tuesday night, this place was packed by 8 PM. We made a reservation for dinner (7:15 PM). photo 2People were mingling at the bar, and a few folks were already seated. Our waiter was tentative and made fantastic suggestions. He also picked up on our conversations and gave witty remarks. As a birthday was our purpose for Kapnos on a Tuesday night, I was very pleased with the atmosphere, food and libations. Without a doubt I will be back to Kapnos to try a few more things on the menu.

Kapnos is unlike any Greek restaurant I’ve ever been to, but in a good way.

My recommendations

tyrokafteri  feta, smoked manori, grains of paradise
lamb tartare green chickpeas, tahini, mint
charred brussels  white anchovy, black garlic, kalamata, red pepper
potato garlic  sunny duck egg, red pepper-almond puree

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the epitome of a crafternoon

sipping & painting

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Four and a half years ago I made one of the best decisions of my life: rushing a sorority. Upon rushing, I didn’t hold Greeks to a high regard, nor did I understand what being Greek was all about, and worst of all I judged, classified, and stereotyped all of them. Not until my sister invited me down for family weekend with her sorority (Chi Omega) I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand why you would essentially “pay for your friends”. After that picnic and family outing something clicked, soon after I learned that my Orientation Leader in college was Greek and she was a Deepher.

Four and a half years ago, I rushed Delta Phi Epsilon, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. Since graduating college and being on my own, I was worried that I would lose my DPhiE roots. I made it a priority that I wouldn’t cut those ties. Being Greek isn’t about four years, it’s for life, and frankly it really bothers me when people now will say oh, I was a so-and-so…no, just because you’re not an active doesn’t mean you are not a part of that organization. You most certainly are. I forever and always will be a Deepher.

With all of that being said, yesterday was a perfect day with my DPhiE alumnae sisters. A year and a half ago I co-founded the Delta Phi Epsilon DC Area Alumnae Association, and I couldn’t be more thrilled with the outcome so far. Yesterday, was a lovelycrafts afternoon spent doing something new and something old. We put together our DPhiE past with the present. We crafted, we drank, we reminisced and laughed.  Having the opportunity to meet and connect with such awesome women is something I will always be forever grateful for. These women truly brighten my day yesterday and really helped me out when I was in a funk.

Crafting is one of the most enjoyable things, it’s such a great stress reviler, and not to mention it’s a creative outlet! A crafternoon with champagne and wine glasses, was an awesome treat! Sure we don’t get together all the time, but when we do, you better believe we are going to have a great time and not let a moment pass us by!

As it’s been said buniefore: “People ask why I am in a sorority and I try to explain all the things a sorority is that they cannot see. A sorority is more than letters on a sweatshirt, I say. More than traditional songs, a gold pin, rituals, and obligation, or a way of life. A sorority is learning about people, a sorority is giving without expecting a return. A sorority is earning respect from others, as well as for yourself. A sorority will not solve all your problems. But I have made good friends and found confidence there to help me take life one step at a time.” And you know what all of this just goes to show,  you get what you put in– so maybe it’s true, maybe “paying for your friends” gets you those awesome gems and diamonds in the ruff that you wouldn’t have found otherwise.

My heΔrt. My sφul. My lifE. #ΔφΕ