There’s this thing I’ve been chewing on lately, and maybe it’s just me, but it feels like everyone is out here auditioning for the part of “most interesting person in…
I can’t stop thinking about how much time I’ve wasted being scared of the wrong things. Not scared in a run-for-your-life kind of way, but scared of being uncomfortable. Scared…
Okay, let me just start by saying: I hate waiting. And not in the cute, “Oh, I’m impatient because I’m ambitious!” way. No. I hate waiting like a cat hates…
Happiness is exhausting, isn’t it? Like, the word itself feels heavy. It shows up everywhere—on bumper stickers, in self-help books, on your Instagram feed—but the more we obsess over it,…
Time is so weird when you think about it. This thing we invented to keep trains running on schedule now dictates whether or not we feel like our lives are…
I talk to myself. Not in a “Did I leave the stove on?” kind of way, though I do that, too. It’s more like full-on conversations. I’ll catch my reflection…
I’ve been thinking a lot about what happens when you realize you’re bad at something. Not in a jokey, self-deprecating way, but in that gut-punch, “oh no, this actually matters…
Here’s a thought: what if not knowing is the point? We spend so much of our lives chasing answers. What’s next? What do I want? Who am I supposed to…
Do you ever think about the stories you tell yourself? Like, the ones running in the background of your brain, shaping who you are and how you see the world?…