Brain damage: take 3. Enough already!

Two weeks ago, on a fateful Friday night, I was at the office, quietly tending to my work. Carissa and her puppy Teddy were in the next room, and I split my time between actual productive work and repeatedly telling Teddy that he's the most beautiful doggo in the world. As I was packing bags … Continue reading Brain damage: take 3. Enough already!

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Becoming

I started working out three weeks ago. The saga of how I came to be a workout person starts with who I am at my center: a lazy person. A while back I was watching the show Younger (read: binge-watching), and that spiraled me into a weird Instagram rabbit hole of stalking the main characters. … Continue reading Becoming

the things that shape us

This week has been a tough one. Mercury's in retrograde, and the astrology-inclined amongst us would be inclined to blame the planetary alignments for all the current misfortunes. Maybe it's true, who's to say really. But I think more likely is that this life is such a turbulent mix of good and bad, and sometimes … Continue reading the things that shape us

Here’s to 29

My 29th birthday was on Saturday, marking the last home stretch before a new decade beckons, full of unknowns and brimming with potential.One year left of the addled carefree life of a 20-something. It feels harder to pretend you’re just a young adult trying to figure things out when you’re in your 30s. Birthdays to … Continue reading Here’s to 29

On a year without alcohol

In early 2017, I had been living in Thailand for over a year. I was, by all outside accounts, living the dream. My carefree life involved weekend trips to other countries, gourmet Thai food for $2 a plate, afternoons spent at beautiful waterfalls, nights spent playing at bars with the band. I was living the … Continue reading On a year without alcohol

A Work in Progress

I always used to have a picture in my head of what my life would look like as an adult. I imagined it in vague detail, like a painting observed from far away. I'd be successful, I'd be happy. I'd have a pet and a husband or partner and a job I liked. I'd have … Continue reading A Work in Progress

11 months of normal

I was reflecting this week on the fact that it's been almost an entire year since I moved back to the States. Stability is hard for me; it always has been. Once I'm in a place for a few months I inevitably start thinking of where to go next. Even in places I've lived for … Continue reading 11 months of normal