…and honestly, I loved it. What feels like a long, long time ago, boyfriend started talking about doing this thing called RAGBRAI (I looked it up and it stands for the Register’s Annual Great Bicycle Ride Across Iowa). It is… Continue Reading
It’s been a while since I wrote something. It feels like it’s been a while since I actually made something, even though I have spent most of the last 18 months on my Very Big Project. I’ve made crafts too—quilt… Continue Reading
I have a love/hate relationship with resolutions. Doesn’t everyone? It’s similar to how I feel about routines. I understand they can be good good, if done right. But I also struggle to toe the line between structure and suffocation. I… Continue Reading
“I can be afraid and I can do it anyway.” That’s the last thing I wrote in my journal this morning. I have felt like shit lately. My morning pages for the last two weeks are full of fears and… Continue Reading
Today, I am 34. And, like any person who is facing a birthday, I believe myself to be overflowing with acquired wisdom. I am simply bursting at the seams with knowledge. …or, at the very least, I’m bursting at the… Continue Reading
I started running in 2017. I had just moved across the street from a good friend of mine. She was a runner and asked if I wanted to join her a few times a week. I could not run. Well,… Continue Reading
I don’t want another full time job.(I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.) I’ve talked to so many friends, loved ones, and acquaintances over the last couple of months about work and the fact that I’m… Continue Reading
“Routine is a buffer against depression.” That’s what my therapist told me (again) last week. I’d been explaining (again) how I still feel stressed. How I had these grand ideas of all of the things I would want to do… Continue Reading
It’s been 7 weeks since my firing. I’ve started to write about it a few times–on LinkedIn or Instagram, on drafts for this blog. But, I haven’t come up with anything. Mostly, I’ve written about it in my journal. There,… Continue Reading
I miss a time before this one.I miss when blogs were open and rambling.I miss when Instagram was a random assortment of unedited photos.I miss not having to worry about clicks and likes and shares and conversions.I miss my inbox… Continue Reading