She’s old, and likes to lie. But in reading her humorous and heartfelt journey to self-fulfillment, I was inspired and reassured. If Shonda Rhimes, the inventor of Thursday nights can struggle and shine, so can I.
A trip to the state capital has proven to be much more impactful than the 5th grade field trip version.
The mode is the number you see most. Maybe there are some universal lessons that keep appearing and throwing off your average!
So, I'm 83 years old. Well, I feel like it. Although I'm sure that's inaccurate. Octogenarians are probably full of as much zest as their feeble dusty bodies can muster. Grateful for every moment and looking forward to the next. Brimming with wisdom and contentment given all that they've seen. I am 26. Newly 26, and... Continue Reading →
We all have moments where we feel absolutely defeated. Those moments where we feel like a complete failure, or we just want to give up. Those are the moments where you have to search within yourself the will to continue. You have to encourage YOURSELF. Support from an outside source is nice and at times... Continue Reading →
I'm a thug [read emotionally intelligent and proactively self aware individual]. Thugs don't make resolutions. They are everyday attempting to review and renew in order to rise from their ashes and reveal and shiny new self [see also Phoenix]. Thugs don't wait until January 1st. CLEARLY they wait until The 5th! In my defense, I... Continue Reading →
Never in six million light years did I think this day would come. But alas, at the end of every tunnel is ... no more tunnel. Here I am, about to end my jobless dry-spell and I almost wish it wasn't over. Let me set the scene... For the last few months I've been couch... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year again, when students like myself stuff their lives into garbage bags while toting unwieldy miniature refrigerators. Ladies and gentlemen it is MOVING SEASON! Far, far away in a land called Undergrad, sweaty, red-faced boys and girls whose leases have expired are preparing for the onset of the upcoming academic year.... Continue Reading →
What's up ladies and gentlefingers! I'm back from my shame fueled guilt cocoon, Oh how I have missed thee! So much has happened in the last few weeks. The spring semester wrapped up, I'm now #teamiPhone, it's summer time in my corner of the world and everyday is palm tree hell!!!! Real quick question: If... Continue Reading →
I am not unhappy. Moderately depressed from time to time, yes, but not UNhappy. I don't shun smiles or darken my windows with black velvet curtains while considering tattooing on my eyeliner (although that would save me time). I just refuse to lie. There's nothing wrong with being unhappy, so turn your smile upside down if that's what you... Continue Reading →
Negative, Nancy (In my best Sean Connery voice). All throughout middle and high school, people called me Daria. It would be years before I properly understood the reference. And yes. I am very much like her, olive-green jacket, army boots and all. By the way this is an absolutely thrilling show about the travails of a young woman finding herself in the midst of consumerism, ... Continue Reading →