I don’t particularly like the saying, “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” As someone who has walked face-first into many of her own doors (both figuratively and literally), I find this line a little depressing. Because my doors have been really pretty. My doors have had some really awesome stuff behind them, just waiting…
Tag: New Beginnings
Lost Close to Home
I was on my way to my friend’s house the other night, and overly confidently decided to not use my GPS. I called him and asked for a refresher on street names (which he patiently gave me even though I had been there numerous times before) and continued on my way. About 5 minutes later, I…
10 Resolutions I Wish I didn’t Have to Make
I am certainly the definition of a “Half Adult.” I prance through life blissfully unaware of what is happening. Here are some New Years Resolutions I wish I didn’t have to make this year, but I do. Scrape my back windshield when it’s icy, instead of reversing blindly and hoping for the best Figure…
For everyone trying to lose 10 pounds this New Year: Love yourself first
I have cried over the number on the scale. I’ve lied about it, too. (Even to treadmills at the gym. It’s almost 2016 and machines totally have the ability to judge us). I have Googled the number and stressed over the number, desperately wishing it were different. I’ve spent most of my life trying to lose…
Life As a Dreamer
If I were filthy rich, I would employ a carefully selected therapist to be sitting by my bedside every single morning so that I could have a counseling session the moment I woke up. She (it would have to be a girl because I feel like a male psychologist letting himself into my apartment every…
Where I Should Be
I created the first timeline for my life in fourth grade for the Time Capsule project. I still remember the smell of old coffee that seeped from the can my mom let me use from the garage. It was serious business. I had my fourth grade classmates sign pieces of paper and put their LifeTouch…
Apartment 4
Early this afternoon, I climbed into what looked to be a 150 foot U-Haul truck with keys in my hand. Concerned civilians in the parking lot looked at my friend Sami, who had dropped me off there, and I heard them ask, “How far does she have to drive that thing?” One overly buff 60-something…
Count Your Blessings, Not Your Chins. 