Sam is the new Finn

I've got the fever.

If you were born before about 1997, you may be thinking: well if her temperature is up, she should go to health center, that's nothing to fool around with.

I'm not talking about anything above a 98.6.

I'm talking about 16 year old heart throb Justin Bieber, who's fans have been known to fall ill with the ailment, "Bieber fever."

Catchy, eh?

Sarah and I were seeing a movie a few days ago, and a trailer for Justin's new movie, Never Say Never was in the lineup. The opening scene is a little boy drumming on a kitchen chair and singing. He looks and the camera and says, " hi, I'm Justin."

I leaned over to my roommate and whispered,"oh, a movie about Justin Timberlake! Finally."

I've never felt quite as aged as I did at that moment.

Well, the next moment really, when I realized this was NOT about the 'NSYNC star of the late 90's.

It was a about a barely-gone-through-puberty feather haired child who sings about his first love when he was 13.

That was TEN years ago. TEN!

Naturally, I have to see the movie.

Even more so now that Glee has highlighted the not-yet-legal Bieber this week, with Sam performing his far more than famous single, Baby.

Speaking of Sam and bringing the heat, man can he make a girl swoon.

I used to be 110 percent team Finn. I loved his tall-ness, his innocent eyes, and the way I felt when I was around him....uh, er, I mean, when he was on screen.

Yeah, uh-huh.

I used to tell people I loved that Finn was perfectly imperfect. He made mistakes -like when said the F word to Kurt, RUDE- but in the end, he has a heart of gold and an absolutely wonderful sense of right and wrong.

As I got to know Finn -I might as well give in to the delusion-, I really related to the giant Canadian for one solid reason: his judgement was consistency flawed, but he had the best of intentions, always.

So is mine, and so do I. Thinking you have a good head on your shoulders and actually making accurate and appropriate choices in all the right places are two different things.

BUT lately, Finn has been a total letdown. He insists on telling Rachael how wonderful, talented and beautiful she is, but always keeps himself just beyond her reach. Wasn't I just mentioning delusions?

Totally. Unacceptable.

Plus he's clearly encouraging Quinn to cheat on Sam, which he knows is wrong and only leads to pain and suffering for EVERYONE.

Also, Quinn is borderline worthless, so it's almost like, really Finn, you want to bark up that tree again? Just for some lame-o fireworks?*

It's like, how could you do something if you know it will hurt someone?

Isn't it hard enough already to keep everyone happy?

But Sam. Oh, with that smooth blonde mop and those huge kissable lips.

Sure he doesn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box, but I'd take kindness over brains any day...then again, I'm not Quinn Fabray.

*This comment in now way reflects Rachael's performance of Katy Perry's Firework, or Katy's version. Those were boss.

Bién- Être

Translated from French, meaning to be well.

Most of my life I have been described as high strung, chatty, wound up and bubbly. I have a lot of energy, to say the least.

This information was never news to my parents during parent-teacher conferences in elementary school. I can’t tell you how many times my parents heard the words, “Caitlin is a bright girl, but we can’t get her to be quiet.”

As I have moved into my adult life, not much has changed.

Luckily, my constant need for communication has turned into a career, only now instead of passing notes, I send e-mails and instead of disturbing others during class, I tweet to my co-workers, update my Facebook status and blog about my life.

To be honest, you would be hard-pressed to find PR pros that haven’t spent their lives being told they talk too much, their term papers are too lengthy and they can’t turn off their BlackBerry.

Life as a professional communicator is fabulously rewarding, but there is a danger in being a social butterfly on high speed: burn out and over-stimulation.

It can happen to any guy or gal who has ever slept next to an AP Stylebook in the hopes that the capitalization rules fly into his or her brain, and it can creep up on any account executive who has more than five sub-folders in an inbox.

Is there hope for the busy bees of the business world?

Oui, bién sûr.

Ironically enough, I discovered the joys of de-stressing while I was studying abroad in southern France last year. You would think traipsing around the French Riviera would be a year full of long nights at cafes, lazy days on the beach and baguettes three meals a day. In reality, it was nine months of language acquisition, hectic travel and cultural adjustment.

While poking around Provence, I stumbled upon an English bookstore and a book by an English author, Isabel Losada, titled, “The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment.”

The cover depicts a seated blond woman, legs crossed Indian style, with her arms out in a classic meditation pose, complete with touching pointer fingers and thumbs.

That’s exactly what I needed at the time, and most days, it’s exactly what I need living the hectic agency life back in the States.

Losada took me through her 14 phases of enlightenment, which were enriching activities that broadened her mind, expanded her horizons, cleansed her soul, and at one point, her colon.

At the end of the book, her basic premise was this: Take time for your well-being, and become the most enlightened version of yourself.

We cannot be at our best if we do not fully commit to taking care of what we have so carefully and diligently invested in: ourselves. It is too difficult to give our time and talent if we are constantly over-scheduled.

I spend most of my days with my iPhone buzzing several times an hour, my to-do list growing longer by the minute and my business casual wardrobe becoming threadbare with use, and truly, I love that lifestyle.

But like any constant communicator, I need a break from my hyper-organized Google calendar to indulge in a chai tea latte while reading “Eat, Pray, Love” and rejuvenating my soul.