There’s something strange about being married. Slip on a suit, slide on a ring, say your I dos and in a moment, no matter your age, something happens. (more…)
I always imagined at this point I’d have it all together. (more…)
Yesterday I did a thing about what it means to be thankful for something and how, as we grow up, that thankfulness shifts and evolves (or should anyway) into something that’s a bit more in line with the given definition–but today I just want to stop and say what I’m thankful for, because as much as I can talk about thankfulness, it doesn’t mean boo if I’m not actually speaking to anything. (more…)
Back when I was in high school, I wanted to become an artist–although the word “become” may not be the right word to describe that time in my life. I wanted to “be” an artist is probably more apropos because I didn’t want to become an artist; I didn’t want to put in the effort. I wanted to just wake up one day and be one and do all of the things I imagined doing one day right now–today.
But that’s not realistic. Or possible…? I don’t think so. (more…)