For a long time I was at odds with my own past. My own experiences. It's a weird place be to because there's animosity and sadness and regret, but the only person it's directed to is the person in the mirror. Or out into the void. It's very confusing. I went to a small private … Continue reading Making amends
The whir of the sewing machine has been a lullaby and the steam from the hot iron has been aromatherapy. For the last few days of this self-quarantine I've been holed up in my sewing room. It's a room I've recently adorned with new paint (a beautiful airy light blue.. think of a salty breeze) … Continue reading Lullabies and aromatherapy
As far as I know, the world is spinning at the same rate as it was only a week ago. A month ago. A year ago. But now, as of 5:42 AM on March 17, 2020, we're living in a much different world. And it's weird to think I could feel it coming. For several … Continue reading I could feel this coming.
Physics was not my best class. Here I was, senior year of high school, vying for the "Seven-Semester High Honors" title I would share with many of my classmates. Our grades weren't weighted, but I'd be damned if I got either that honor or valedictorian (something I shared with 20 of my classmates) without going … Continue reading Equal and opposite reaction
I am a scaredy cat. I may not look like it on the outside, but my mantra basically my whole life has been, "Fake it until you make it." Through school. Through college. Through job after job. I reach higher ground and I'm still telling myself to fake it until I make it. Except I … Continue reading Scaredy cat
I'm finally feeling like myself again. It's taken a shit-ton of work. Physical work. Mental work. Emotional work. Hours of therapy. Hours of running. Of listening and meditating on music that feeds my soul. Of advocating for myself and my physical health. Recently I've been reconnecting with the Elizabeth that's down deep inside, the girl … Continue reading I think mini backpacks are cool and I don’t care who knows it.
The "Write" button at the top right freaks me out every time. I don't know how it's different than picking up a pen and writing on paper. But let's be honest: that freaks me out too. For years and years before the advent of blogging (people know that this word originally came from web + … Continue reading Not this time
I am terrified I won't feel passion for any life decision again. I spent 28 years of my life preparing to house and birth a child. I chose my college major and my profession around my desire to be a mother. When dating I looked for someone who would not only be a great life … Continue reading Passion + espresso
I had convinced myself that I really loved reading. That I was a voracious bookworm, just itching at every chance to read whatever book had a sad-looking folded up bookmark in the pages. I convinced myself that dog-earing a page in a book was a travesty, and that turning the page not from the bottom … Continue reading Books have souls
I always wondered why when I went to my grandparents' or great-grandparents' houses, it was quiet. It was quiet except for the hourly tone of the clock. It was quiet except for the shuffle of a newspaper or drip-drip-drip of the coffee pot. It was unnerving, really, and kind of annoying. Now, knowing that I … Continue reading Sitting in silence