Forget everything you've ever thought about regret by Jamie Young

I recently got a couple of new tattoos. Tattoos tend to always bring up the discussion of permanence and regret. I've discussed these concepts with coworkers, friends, family and even complete strangers this month. 

This made me realize that every tattoo I've gotten has been a spur of the moment decision. I think the longest I took to think about a tattoo I have is two to three days. That's not very long. That was my first tattoo I got as an 18-year-old with my two best friends. I remember just sitting in a smoky diner in Detroit all weekend, plotting out what we could possibly get that would remind us of each other. 

It's strange because I'm the type of person who reads multiple reviews and Googles the shit out of every item before I buy it. I want to make sure I'm getting the best. I don't want to be disappointed. I don't want to regret my decision. And yet, with tattoos, I don't seem to have that same anxiety. 

So, I asked myself why.

It took something my friend said to really make me understand why; because I had no answer on my own at first. "Jamie, you're just comfortable with yourself. You know yourself so well that you know you can make a spur of the moment decision like this and be okay with it for the rest of your life." 

I'm comfortable with myself. It's like being a good judge of character. I'm a good judge of myself. Sure, that sounds easy because who knows you better than you, right? But is it, really? I don't think so. I think it's taken me a long time trust myself. 

But it's not just about being comfortable and trusting myself. It's about taking chances. It's about facing regret head on. 

We're trained to want to avoid regret. To be fearful of it. But regret isn't failure; regret shows where you've been and helps you move forward. Regret means possibilities. Regret means you're not afraid: Don't be afraid of regret. Embrace it. 

Now forget everything you've ever thought about regret and think about this instead: If you don't have any regrets, you haven't lived. You haven't made mistakes. You haven't taken adventures. You haven't jumped without looking and gotten that rush. You haven't put your anxiety aside and just taken a moment to breathe and be at peace. 

How can you truly live in the moment if you're constantly thinking "Will I regret this?"

I don't want to have #noregrets. I want to have regrets because I've taken chances. But I guess, in turn, that makes my regrets not so regrettable. Instead, I'm proud of my regrets. My regrets are like battle scars: showing where I've been, what I've done, chances I've taken, decisions I've made rashly, jumps I've taken without looking...and that's pretty fucking awesome.

So, live. Wear your regret like a medal of honor. Wear it proudly. After all, you deserve it. 

Meet my new project: by Jamie Young

My head is constantly filled with ideas for apps, services, websites, and books. Though, some are still in the process of coming to life, one came to fruition this weekend. And I'm super excited about it.


I like poetry. A lot. And I've been thinking more and more about how it seems like a dead art; no one seems to read or write poetry much. It's not hip anymore. Well, I want to change that. Because poetry is amazing and beautiful; poetry can heal your soul. 

The idea for came from something I would tell my boyfriend all too often:

"Everyone needs more poetry in their life."

I think this past week put that even more in perspective for me, with everything that's been going on in the world. Will poetry fix all our problems? Of course not. But it can help us in a lot of other ways we probably don't realize.

For one, writing poetry is proven to be therapeutic. It can help with many illnesses, like depression. Poetry can even help you with your memory. This one hits close to home for me. My grandmother has Alzheimer's and is one of the many reasons I am who I am today. Among other types of literature, she loved poetry. She wrote and recited her own often. When the Alzheimer's first started to affect her, you could tell how hard she was fighting: She would recite the same poem she wrote when she was a young girl to us. She still remembered it. It was still in there. She was hanging on. Hanging on with a poem. 

Needless to say, this project means a lot to me. 

Our inboxes aren't very happy places anymore. They can incite feelings of being stressed, frustrated, and overwhelmed. 

You need more happiness in your inbox. You need more poetry in your life. And aims to accomplish both. Simply subscribe to and start receiving a handpicked poem once a day to make your inbox a little bit happier.

We promise that this email will be one you look forward to each day.

My hope is that in the future we can begin accepting poem submissions—poems you love, even poems written by you or someone you know—to be included in the daily email. I don't just want to share the poetry I love, I want to read and share the poetry you guys love, too.

So, please, go! Sign up for! We'll be launching later in September—which is very soon, I know, but I wanted to get this rolling and get you poetry as soon as possible. I'd like to start with a good amount of people on the list, so please do tell your friends and family, or even share with a stranger you meet at your coffee shop today.

Because everyone needs more poetry in their life. 

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Why I'm a geek by Jamie Young

geek |gēk| noun informal 

1. an unfashionable or socially inept person. 

• [ usu. with modifier ] a knowledgeable and obsessive enthusiast: a computer geek. 

2. a carnival performer who performs wild or disgusting acts.

Well, I may at times be unfashionable as my favorite wardrobe consists of a nerdy, ironic mashup t-shirt and no pants (ah, the perks of working from home!), but I'm definitely not socially inept. You can blame the travesty that is The Big Bang Theory for the majority of people thinking geeks are all socially inept (and, apparently, the dictionary—way to go, dictionary).  


But knowledgeable? Check. An obsessive enthusiast? Check. Computer geek? Check, check.

I'm knowledgeable about and obsessed with the same things typically. Makes sense, right? 

I watch a lot of anime. I read a lot of graphic novels. I'm starting to teach myself CSS and Photoshop just because I love learning new things; I think it's fun. 

I'm smart. And a smartass. I'm a grammar Nazi. The worst kind. So much so that I almost feel bad for ripping you to shreds for using the wrong form of "your" on Twitter. Except I don't. At all. And I will forever argue with you about the Oxford comma's importance. 

I'm obsessed with words and writing. I love editing things. I find it fun and, at times, relaxing. I'm quite the perfectionist. I even have a semicolon tattooed behind my ear because it's my favorite punctuation mark (the em dash a close second).

I probably have the biggest geeky t-shirt collection you've never seen. I'm not joking. I have well over two hundred. It's...a problem. Mostly because I don't have room for them all in my dresser or closet anymore. I even have my own hashtag dedicated to my many t-shirts on Instagram: #jamiehastoomanytshirts. Teefury and Redbubble and Woot have gotten more of my money than I'd like to admit. But how am I supposed to pass up stuff like this?

Speaking of obsessions: I have a fascination with the home screen on iOS devices. Arranging the apps, making them all look visually pleasing while also placing them all in logical spots on the home screen itself: it's called home screen porn. I even wrote an entire article on how to do it, and used to podcast about it ever week. "Zen and the Art of the Home Screen" is what it's all about. Now that's an obsession. Get down and nerdy with me about your home screen and we can be BFFs.

I grew up with computers and video games. I even taught myself HTML when I was 13-years-old by curiously inspecting other websites before making my own (over and over again). But, when I was even younger, I lived in the type of household where we used the computer so much to play King's Quest VI and chat in AOL chatrooms, that our parents would password protect our PC and try to limit our time on it because we were, well, obsessed. 

So, then what happened? You guessed it...we would get around the password protection so we could play Myst or DOOM in the middle of the night. My parents were furious, but also a little impressed.

The first video game I remember playing was Splatterhouse. On our Turbo Grafx 16. When I was 5. I mean, come on—killing zombie fetus babies with a chainsaw—how can you not want to play that game? Though, I think my mother blames that for how I turned out (love you, Mom!). But I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Growing up with two older brothers, video games, and computers was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm a geek because of all these things, but most of all I'm a geek because that's just who I am. And I'm proud of that. 

Now, it's your turn. Embrace your inner geekness and tell me what makes you a geek.

(This post was written to celebrate "Geekness Day" on July 13. Thanks to SingleHop, a new geeky startup, for the idea!)

What's In My Bag: Purse Edition (Or Why I'm A Bag Lady) by Jamie Young

So, I have this problem. I'm addicted to porn. Home screen porn, bag porn, workspace porn — I love looking at what people use in their everyday lives. It's like a drug. From which apps you use on your mobile devices and home computer to what you carry in your gadget bag each day to how your organize your desktop — I want to see it all!

I don't know what it is, but I could look at "What's In My Bag" posts all day long. There should be a blog devoted ONLY to those. Maybe that's my next project... 

So, here I am.

I used to not carry purses. Typically, I would just carry my phone and a laptop bag or backpack with everything I needed in it (you can actually see a photo of what was all in my old laptop bag here). Now? Now, I keep way too many things in my purse. 

I'm a bag lady.

I was cleaning out my purse the other day — so therapeutic, by the way — and reorganized everything. That's when I decided it's time I do a "What's In My Bag" post of my own. 

The purse is a Kooba hobo in chartreuse (sorry, I can't find a link online anywhere). Honestly? That's what I like about this purse most: the color. Chartreuse is a putrid, neon greenish yellow color. And I fucking love it. The photos don't really show the true color of the purse (looks more mustard in these photos I think), but, trust me, it's magnificent. 

The other main things I keep in my purse are my wallet, my Westone UM2 headphones, brush, business cards, portable charger, sharpie pen, Moleskine notebook, tiny change purse, makeup bag, and a bag with odds and ends. And sometimes, depending on where I'm going and if I need to work or do some reading: my iPad mini.

That notebook-looking thing is my iPad mini case. Typically, I would just array the mini with a smart cover and that's it, but if I'm throwing it in my bag with godknowswhat, I like to protect it a little more. And I love my Dodo case. I customized it myself. The inside is coral. 

My business cards are in that handy dandy white and gray chevron holder. I purchased that from Etsy. If you're interested in where, let me know, and I'll dig up the seller's name for you. It's really simple and small (and soft!); that's why I bought this particular one. 

That Vinnie's tampon case? Yeah, there aren't tampons in there. Sorry. I got it at Big Fun in Cleveland because I thought it was hilarious. That and I love bags. 

In this bag I just keep my emergency items: inhaler, eye drops, shout stain wipe, oil therapy drops in Hangover (awesome — Sephora doesn't seem to carry these specific ones anymore, but they carry many other kinds of therapeutic oils), Q-tips, and bandaids (Hello Kitty because I am a grown ass woman).

The fuchsia bag is for makeup and stuff. It's a Pantone bag from Sephora that I got free with a purchase. I should start a store selling just bags I got free with purchase. Seriously.

In my makeup bag I just keep the essentials: cover up, compact with mirror, nail file, cuticle balm, nail clippers, fragrance, mascara, two lip glosses and a lipstick, moisturizer, and maracuja oil

The adorable fox change purse usually holds any change I may need for meters (which right now I don't), another lip balm, and an old tin that belonged to my late grandmother I keep tiny odds and ends in.

Lastly, there are of course the things that don't have there own bag and are just in the pockets of my purse. Three lip products (because I am a freak who has to have every single kind of lipbalm/lipgloss/lipstick with me at all times), gum, lotion, hand sanitizer, a sample of the new perfume I am obsessed with but can't afford to buy (Prada Candy), and of course some Ibuprofen, Excedrin, and Zyrtec all in one container.

Those three up there are my lip favorites too. My number one must-have lip balm is C.O. Bigelow's Lemon Lip Balm from Bath & Body Works. I think I own like four of these so that I have one available to me at all times — in my bathroom, on my night stand, in my car, and in my purse. If they ever discontinued this lip balm, I would cry. One of my favorite glosses is also a C.O. Bigelow from Bath & Body Works. They come in all different tints (or none at all) and are menthol-infused. And, of course, Baby Lips.

Well, there you have it. If you've made it this far, you must be a porn addict just like me. Because that was a hell of a lot of detail about my purse and its content. 

Want to start a support group?

Me either.