Five Sentences That Changed My Life
I don’t want to throw clichés at you. Clichés, my high school teachers told me, are worse than useless. They’re uncreative. They’re filler. Usually redundant, always unimaginative. They were right. Of...
View ArticlePeople are Trees, Not Timelines
It was 2011. I suppose that wasn’t so long ago, really, but it feels like forever now. I was sitting in the basement of a local Unitarian Universalist Church, surrounded by regular attendees. I hadn’t...
View Article(Why This Article Is Not Called) “20 Ways to Be a Twenty-Something”
I’m a sucker for clicking on blog posts ordered into “lists.” It’s so bad, you guys. I hardly ever like them. Those “how-to-be-twenty-something” lists from Thought Catalog are particularly tempting....
View ArticleLiving Between the Lines
This morning, I caught my reflection in a dark office window and took pause. There I was—black pencil skirt, red lipstick, slight heels, straight back, mug of coffee in hand. A to-do list running...
View ArticleLiving with No Regrets (is bullshit)
This is going to shake some people up. I think it will, anyways, based on the number of people who claim “NO REGRETS!” as their mantra (hashtag YOLO?). I’ll disclaimer this by saying that I’m not...
View ArticleMaking Mountains Out of Moments
We’re really bad at auditing our own histories. Okay, I can’t speak for you. You’re probably great. But other people, over-sensitive, nostalgic people like me, struggle with making sense out of a...
View ArticleOn Fear.
“I am scared of things changing. And I’m scared of them staying the same.” Recently, these words tumbled out of my mouth, confession-style. There it was: I was scared. It was unconstructive, and it was...
View ArticleI’m a mess. And that’s okay.
I feel fake. Not all the time. But lately, at least on the internet, I feel like I’ve been putting my “best self” forward. And that’s fine, I guess. But it’s not particularly genuine. I have business...
View ArticleWork and Play Aren’t That Different. Really.
I wonder when life stopped being a game. I wonder when I stopped playing. I wonder if I could start again, somehow. I was sitting at a friend’s orchestra performance. After a few rounds of clapping, I...
View ArticleMoving.
I’ve been here before, but it still feels new. Slowly packing my boxes as I prepare to leave the place I call “home.” It’s the end of an era, I guess. Finishing college and making this move is a game...
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