For some reason, even though I’ve never been, I always choose Barcelona. It’s warm, beachy and...warm.

As I look out the window, I see yet another gray day blanketed in a few inches of snow. Mmm, cozy. Sure, winter can be beautiful. Carefully sliding around on the frozen city ponds is fun for a while; until I can’t feel my nose.

Maybe the weather has numbed both my nose and my brain because, like a lot of twentysomethings, I have an itch for change. Even when freshly cut, it somehow seems as if the grass is greener on the other side. I’ve recently been trying to fight that feeling. Does that mean I’m old?

Well, let me put it this way. What do you call the combination of Adele’s voice and Usher’s dance moves? #Balance.

That’s what I’m after. Not only being able to hit the high notes, but also being able to crush a headstand when necessary. Or breakcuddle: the act of break dancing and, randomly but romantically, interrupting the moves with a big spoon.

In all seriousness, balance has become my main focus. A career is important in life, but it’s not everything. It’s not only about “what you’ll be remembered for." It’s also about “what you’ll remember.” I think striking a balance between career, love, and personal well-being is essential.

Okay, that was heavy so let’s lighten it up a bit.

I went on a date last weekend to an improv show in Boston. Even though she doesn’t typically read more than the article headlines, I think she’s made it this far in the blog post. If she has, then I’ve succeeded. After about 20 minutes of improv, I found myself in a laughing fit. You’ve surely felt it before. It’s like your lungs gradually shrivel into the size of ping pong balls, your face is redder than a neon beet, and the people around you begin to seriously question your sanity because you could very easily pass out at any moment. That was me.

Is there a better way to go out in life? Dying of laughter? Next to a cute (massive understatement) date? In my opinion...no. Although I suppose if breakcuddling is the cause of my future demise then I could live - but really die - with that too.

Maybe there’s a way to do a headstand, cuddle, laugh, and not die? Hm, I believe that’s called a relationship. Or just really good balance.