It’s 1AM on a Wednesday night/Thursday morning. I just put together the above nightstand. A nightstand that looks like it’s made for a college dorm, but is now residing in my apartment. The apartment of a 30 year old bartender- but I put it together myself. This is 30. I rolled a pad out to … More The night a nightstand broke my heart.
It never gets tiring; seeing something, being around someone, hearing a song, feeling a moment- entirely throughout your whole body. Without a conscious thought the happiness, sadness, anger– it courses through your body like this feeling just engulfed your heart and the only option is to pump these organic feelings through your arteries dispersing to every limb. i … More Reflections from a beating heart.
It was a running theme for me to laugh at life’s the experiences life was throwing at me unexpectedly at age 28. #Thisis28 I would say. Half jokingly, half what the fuck is actually happening. We are one month in 2019- which means a solid two months into age 29. Much to my dismay, I … More This is 29.
I went to the movies alone tonight. I went to the beach alone yesterday. I genuinely enjoy doing things alone. I love walking around my apartment blaring music and dancing by myself, I love sitting in my robe and watching videos by myself, and I genuinely love waking up to myself (and my pup.) Sometimes … More She needs wide open spaces
Isn’t it strange how 10 years ago can feel like it took place last week, while 10 years from now feels a lightyear away? Yet, the older I get the faster time seems to pass. There was a time when my expectations were to have a career, a home, a husband, and children on the … More Swing life away
For purposes of disclosing too much, or not enough, I’ll lead into this post by saying some things my be fiction or nonfiction, I’ll leave that to the imagination. It has taken me a long time to decide to document my recollection of, The Lost Years. A portion of me feels like reflecting on this … More The Lost Years
I feel incredibly sleepy, yet, my mind feels like an army of ants are marching along to build the castle for their queen, within. I’m at a weird crossroads of not knowing which thoughts to verbalize, and which I should keep to myself and try to sort out on my own. This puts me in … More Just be as you are
This past weekend I attended the Women’s March in Washington D.C. (Photo credit IG: @wangoryan) This was one of the most moving experiences I’d ever been apart of. There was so much emotion you could feel coming from every direction. Thousands of people from so so so many different walks of life. Older people, younger people, … More The fine line between sharing your opinion and being rude
You know when you meet someone and they have minimal filters? Minimal filters in regards to their thoughts, feelings, experiences? That has typically been me, for most of my life. The good, the bad, the ugly. I’m pretty much willing to share it all- it’s more likely that someone is not interested in hearing me … More Dad?
Sometimes I feel like adulthood is like a revolving door of what ifs; What if I did this? What if I chose that? The obligatory quote that you can find somewhere on the internet would say something about having no what ifs, do everything, make all dreams possible. blah blah blah. The issue is not … More A bottle of wine and a racing mind
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