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 …
Is it just me or was last week totally... restless? I've been a brat all week and I can't tell what's causing it. I don't want to blame Mercury, I don't want to blame the weather, I don't want to blame February, I don't want to blame work. There's just something in the air that …
I have a laundry list of things I don't like about myself. A list that only empties after a good yoga class or some clarity brought on by near death. (I realize that this doesn't make me special.) At the top of this list is my inability to be consistent. "But you keep this blog." …