Is this that mid-life crisis they’re talking about?

Oh Atlas in your darkest of days Who do you turn to Where do you avert your gaze?

Once upon a time, there was a goldfish swimming around the big vast ocean.

One day I woke up and I was still on the couch. I wasn’t magically whisked away to my bed, my innocence carried back to slumber.

I woke up this morning wanting to make tea. I slid open the tea drawer stared at the multiple jars on display. What am I having today?

I’ve spent much of my yesterday looking at photos and videos from 2016. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years.

A love letter to my solo wanderings and the places that gave me deep peace.

I sometimes find myself sitting on the couch with just the Christmas lights on and staring at the lights dance, just like what I did when I was young.

A random life update no one asked for

If I listened to people in my past who told me to stop being so sad, to stop writing words that are too deep and too real, to stop it with the "unreachable" dreams… I don’t think I would be here.

In a world where we’re quickly losing time and memories, I feel the need to preserve them all before I forget.

Two years of remembering

All the people we looked up to, in church, in school, at home, they look different now— the same, but different

The Summer I Turned Pretty made my younger self feel seen.

My wedding vow to my husband.

In four days it will be spring.

Everyone is asleep

but in my head

I am already dancing

I remember you in all the food we shared.

There is a place a remember tonight.

I still dream of fairies and living in a world filled with magical possibilities.

Sometimes I remember the things I’ve written from the past and decide to publish them sans the heartbreak.