I have always been afraid to be alone. If I wanted to nap, I found a boy to come over and take one with me. If I wanted to study, I had friends over. I even found someone to go to a 6AM Bootcamp class with me in college. We rode the campus bus in …
I have always been afraid to be alone. If I wanted to nap, I found a boy to come over and take one with me. If I wanted to study, I had friends over. I even found someone to go to a 6AM Bootcamp class with me in college. We rode the campus bus in …
Sometimes I write shit to myself on post-it notes. And then I tear them up and throw them away. But today I was sitting here thinking about how I had NOTHING to offer this week on the blog (brain is frying) when I thought, "Just share the post-it. Post-its look cool once they're scanned." I'm …
I found an entry in my 5 Year Journal (I keep one because I am painfully introspective) from this time last year and in it I ask myself not only what I wanted to be when I grew up but if I could even ask that anymore. Can I, at 27, ask people what they …
I hope you'll excuse the little hiatus. And understand that last week I wanted to write and be witty and smart but I just couldn't get there. I sat down everyday and provided nothing but rocks that sunk, deep into the sea, when I tossed them. Nothing stuck. Then I went to New Orleans to …
Continue reading Relaxing is Harder than Running Myself into The Ground
I started my Trim the Fat series just a couple of weeks ago and though I've yet to post my second piece on the subject (it's coming, really) I've spent a lot of time this week thinking about what's contributed to the past year of productivity and my desire to be a better writer. My …
Continue reading How Fitness Helped Me Become a Better Writer