Messages From The Universe

Friday, 24 April 2015 by

I yawned and stretched my legs out, rolling my ankles carefully so as not to catch the stilettos on the carpet. It had been approximately two hours since arriving to my gig and was still awaiting instructions.

This was not atypical. If I’ve learned anything in show business, it’s that the game is called, “Hurry up and wait.”

On this particular day I was serving as an award girl for a Japanese company’s annual convention in Las Vegas. I’d been hired to smile on stage and hand out flowers to newly promoted members in front of a large crowd that evening.

It wasn’t my favorite job, but it was a paycheck.

It seemed as of late I was doing a lot of jobs more for the paycheck than because of my interests. I was having to be very aware of things I didn’t necessarily care about, all the while ignoring the fundamentals of my existence (enriching myself, celebrating daily, putting myself in uncomfortable situations and making them comfortable, etc.).

But what was worse… I found myself discussing more with strangers what I had become known for rather than what I was currently doing.

USA Today piece 

Money Handling Travel Tips

Saturday, 28 February 2015 by

There are a lot of challenges travelers run into when visiting a new locale. Besides acclimating to new surroundings, culture, food, and possibly a new language, we also have to find out the hard way whether or not our money handling decisions were, in fact, the right ones.

Handling Money Abroad 2

Sometimes our choices land us with no issue and we travel for extended periods with no worries. Other times— like when I decided to visit Australia with just a Nevada credit union debit card— we may end up hysterically crying, barred from access to your hard-earned dollars, and frantically borrowing cash from other travelers while waiting for wire transfers. (No? Just me? Bueller?)

Jewel On A Plane

Friday, 12 December 2014 by

Jordan sat with me while we waited to board our flight to Nashville.

“I have this sense of peace I haven’t known in quite awhile,” I chattered, unaware that I’d probably been talking for a good ten minutes. “I’m addicted and obsessed but I think it’s a good problem.”

Me— once again— rambling about my “Come To Jewel” moment? Shocker. I was fast becoming a missionary for the Church of Kilcher. We’re a small group but very nice.

Luckily, my brunette beauty of a friend was kind and feigned interest during my prose of adoration to the singer.

Hilary & Jordan

Being a songstress and an empowering woman herself, it was no surprise she remained encouraging about my enthusiasm.

After all, we’d shared many a wine night in the past few months were I lamented over my simultaneously feeling bored and overwhelmed.

I think all of my friends were just thrilled I had moved out of the WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE phase into an I’M EXCITED ABOUT SOMETHING phase.

A Novel Idea

Thursday, 20 November 2014 by

Before I left for Nashville I had a strange urge… One that I, sadly, often fight.

I wanted to READ something.

Much like traveling, I feel like reading is an integral part of self-growth. But I don’t do nearly as much of it as I should. For one, I lack the time to commit to a book. I spend so much time writing and researching for “work” it seems nonsensical to devote additional time to do it for “pleasure.”

Also, I have a growing addiction to Netflix. It’s a problem.

Netflix 1

But there it was: I needed to explore someone else’s mind for awhile. Mine was suffocating, along with my city. Maybe there was a correlation.

Lessons Learned In Lightning Storms

Monday, 03 November 2014 by

It’s amazing what comes to light when you think you’re going to die.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I hear your skeptical voices.

But you weren’t THERE, okay? And before you judge, let me explain my crazy.

I was house sitting out in Red Rock Canyon in a beautiful community that backs up to iron-filled mountains on the west side of the valley.

Red Rock Canyon
Photo by Rita Eberle-Wessner

Typically, spending time on the outskirts of the city surrounded by hints of nature, a giant moon, and tiny dogs makes me feel at peace. But this time that was not to be.

A Letter To My Readers

Saturday, 18 October 2014 by

Dear friends and fellow adventurers,

Thank you for all of your messages, letters, Whats App texts, and comments. I know I haven’t had much time to answer you or your questions regarding my latest adventures, but I have read them all and send my love right back to you.

Heart Paris

And yes, I miss blogging, too.  Vegas has kept me insanely busy these past few weeks.

When Life Gets Overwhelming… Leave.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014 by

I stared at my planner. There were so many colors and scribbles squeezed on top of one another, it made me dizzy.

Yes, I am THAT girl who color-codes her planner. And yes, I still use a planner.  You decide which one is more horrifying.

I deciphered my unabomber handwriting. In just a few short days we were back at iHeart Radio Music Festival for the second year. While this time around meant more responsibility, it also meant the foresight of knowing what to expect. So that was nice, but I also knew exactly how exhausted I would be after three straight days of mania.

Brian & Hilary

We would spend all five hours of the festival on the carpet doing interviews and taking notes on the performances. At midnight we’d pack up and go back to the edit bay, load in the footage, then start editing. We had until 6 in the morning to get the final videos in each day. Then we’d sleep for a few hours, rinse, and repeat.

How I Landed My Job With USA Today

Sunday, 31 August 2014 by

I remember this time last year VERY vividly.

But it’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I started working for USA Today.

Hilary USA Today bio web

It feels like it’s only been a few months while simultaneously feeling like many years since my assigning editor started following me on Twitter.

I suppose that’s a natural feeling when so much has happened. I can say with certainty there’s never been a dull moment.

It happens at least once a day. The question’s asked in a harmless manner but hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I am unable to embrace it, even though it always always always arrives.

“So, now that that’s over, what’s next for you, Hilary?”

While all my energy goes to keeping a pleasant look on my face, my train of thought typically goes something like this: a;lkfjd;bnad;ofjndas;bkmvda;fjdaso;fij SERIOUSLY?!

When The Reign Ends

Monday, 23 June 2014 by

As all good and uncertain things do, my reign as Miss Nevada United States finally came to an end. Turns out they only give it to you for a year, regardless of how impressive you were as queen. Also, you cannot be voted in for a second term. I should know. I tried lobbying.

Final Walk copy

I’ve spent the past month hiding under a rock, ingesting every carb in my path and doing my hair and makeup as little as possible. In fact, if something involves putting on a dress, it’s at high-risk of getting cut from the to-do list.

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