Habits are built on the days where you just don’t wanna. When work was overwhelming and people were just a little extra annoying and you probably should’ve had a few more snacks and a little more water. When you get home and you’re exhausted and the Read the Post
To Dream is a Wonderful Thing
I’m convinced I can do anything I set my mind to. Why shouldn’t I be? I am smart, I am resourceful, I am determined. I’ve recoiled in the past when people told me I am ambitions, but I am beginning to understand what they mean. I took “ambitious” to Read the Post
The Glorious Thrill of an Invented Challenge
Another project I have begun—but not yet finished—is sewing a skirt. I drafted the pattern myself, studying the construction of an A-line skirt I already own and adore, taking notes on it, analyzing it, and then modifying it to suit me even more. I Read the Post
To Love, Even the Simple Things, is a Beautiful Thing
I picked up my embroidery project tonight after months of leaving the unfinished project resting. The project in question is a template kit my sister bought me for Christmas. A hoop, a few needles, a page of instruction on which stitches to use on Read the Post
The Tremendous Honor of Doing the Daily Work
When I sat down today to write, I did not know what would pour from me. It has been weeks (months) since I last posted, and, largely, the thing on my mind was about how one of my most recent posts regarded my intention to be more regular. That was Read the Post
The Delicate Art of “New”
I went to the roller skating rink last week. Before that, I can’t remember the last time I went—perhaps as a birthday party attendee around a decade and a half ago? I would have been an unwilling participant back then, unused to skating and on-edge Read the Post
A Surprise Break Two Months In? Not the Move
Am I a little upset that I haven’t posted for a few weeks? Yeah, I am. Am I upset that I am upset? A little, yeah. The ready-to-go narrative in my brain is that missing a few weeks makes me a failure and a disappointment. Read the Post
The Mountains Take Their Time
During my lunchtime walks, I find myself glancing towards the mountains. How could I not? They are simply right there—a range rising high above the land, brushing the sky, stealing my breath. They are gorgeous. Many are capped in snow, some merely Read the Post
People are Nosy…and That is the Point
I used to read nothing but fiction. I couldn’t get enough of it, really, and the more it pulled me in, the better. This usually meant something YA, often of the fantasy ilk. Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson series was an early favorite, as was the Read the Post
Writing Advice from Anne Lamott
I was introduced to Anne Lamott’s work in college by a writing professor who loved her. This professor assigned Lamott’s books Bird by Bird and Traveling Mercies, both of which gave Lamott's thoughts on writings and offered a peek into her life and Read the Post