Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my heart in bold on a name tag. I am certain no one has ever looked at me and said, “I just wonder what she’s thinking.” They already know. Sometimes I forget the proper social order of things and announce how I feel before even…
Tag: Personal
Finding Your Patience Instead of Losing It
I know some really patient people. I have a hard time understanding their kind. You beautiful, foreign creatures. You fascinate me with your superpowers. Just about anything can and will annoy me. I am impatient, easily irritated and the littlest things can send me into a frenzy. (Don’t I sound lovely?) I don’t like the…
Everything I Had Wrong About Closure
I can’t tell you how many times I have opened old wounds for the sake of ‘finding closure.’ I’m an over-communicator by nature and an over-talker by choice. Naturally I have this deep need to understand others and be understood by everyone around me. I was born like that, but the fact that I never stop talking…
Die a Happy Woman: When You’re Waiting For Something You Don’t Have Yet
A few weeks ago, I was eating lunch at my desk listening to the hit country song, “Die a Happy Man” on repeat because love music is my kryptonite and silence makes me uncomfortable. If you are not familiar with the song, please click here and enjoy the best 4 minutes of your life. Lunch that day…
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…
Third Wheel Diaries
I have mastered the art of third wheeling. I am in this weird, happy, content stage in my life where I am not actively looking for a relationship and just truly enjoying this part of the journey. I say “weird” because that is weird for me and something I don’t think anyone thought would ever…
Tears that mean something
On Thursday night, tears were streaming down my face. I had things to do, but was so caught up in my emotions that nothing else mattered. My phone lay next to me untouched as I cried- I didn’t want to communicate with the world. My feelings were real and intense as I let the tears…
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. 