It’s winter (when it’s not so hot out). It’s winter (when there isn’t so much to do). I’ve had a couple more cups of coffee. I’ve finished reading this book. I’ve eaten. I feel like it. I have time (in the rare form of 12 completely free hours). It’s morning. I’ve awoken from a nap. I have more money. I feel better. Summer ends. *Write that book. Reach out to that person. Research that degree.… View Post
Perhaps you already know this, but Lizzo’s NPR Tiny Desk Concert came out today. For what must be the 22nd time this summer, I found myself dancing to Lizzo at midnight in my living room, singing her lyrics with as much energy as I can muster on a Monday night. Earlier today, on a car ride back from dinner with a friend, a train of thought led me to music I listened to as a… View Post
I didn’t think post-grad depression was going to affect me, or at least not as much as it has. I started to seriously fret about graduation and the passing of time and loss of childhood around my 21st birthday in September, came to terms with that as much as one can throughout the fall and winter, and by spring, I was excited to get on with my life. I daydreamed about all the hobbies I… View Post
I feel, lately, like I’m bursting with poetry. Perhaps it’s all the alone time, or the reading, or the long drives out to green, sprawling fields on hot, sunny days, or the direct mission of healing that I’ve given myself since college. But pretty words and phrases and thoughts are swirling around my mind more than normal. Hopefully, I make something of it. I try to soak in the world through rose-colored lenses. Though my… View Post
Let me tell you about every morning for the past week or so. First, before morning gets its chance, I set an ambitious alarm or four the night before. 6:45 a.m., 6:50 a.m., 7:10 a.m. and (just in case) 7:30 a.m. I fall asleep sometime between 11:30 p.m. and 1:30 a.m. to a blissful mental image of future me, waking up early, lacing those sneakers and running in the park, drowning out beautiful bird songs… View Post