Well, unsurprisingly, I broke a lot of the promises I made to myself this time last year. I think I've been going about things wrong. Neat little lists with concise little goals look good on paper, but they don't adequately represent the amount of work that goes into each one. And for someone who has … Continue reading 2020 New Year’s Goals & Promises
I don't know, I'm still up in the air about it. I've started using two other sites for writing throughout this year (Medium and Tumblr, they're linked in the sidebar; I'm too lazy to put them here too) so it seems silly to try and revive this but. There is something nice about your name … Continue reading FYI: This Blog May Be Coming Off its Indefinite Hiatus
Well, in a sense. One of my goals for 2019 is to read more, but the notion goes a little deeper than just racking up the numbers on my "read" list on Goodreads. Sure, I'll skim through some trash fiction and beach reads throughout the year, but I also want to really dive into some … Continue reading BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT: I’m Starting a Book Club
i spent the last few days of 2018 watching my cat basically die and then come back to life, so 2019 can really only go up from there.
I hate the advice "live life with no regrets." And I don't particularly trust people who say they "truly have no regrets." Just because you learned from a regret doesn't mean you wouldn't do things differently were you given a do-over. And just because that might not be true for one regret, that doesn't mean … Continue reading My Biggest Regrets of 2018
Disclaimer: I know in my last post I talked about writing more and it's been over a month BUT! I've also said this blog would be journal-esque and I can't tell you how many journal entries I have that go on and on about writing every day right before journal entries dated 2-3 months later. … Continue reading I Love My Blue Hair So Much I Wrote a Blog About It
On this day, eight years ago, I was in Paris. France. I was in Paris, France, not Paris, Texas. Just, you know, to clarify. It was the first really big trip I took by myself. It ended with a pickpocket stealing my camera and me wishing for the much more complicated international issue of having my wallet … Continue reading IMPOSTOR SYNDROME, Or: Where the Hell I’ve Been for Five Months