I turned into a drunk pumpkin at midnight on my birthday.
It was, by far, the best birthday celebration of my life. My best friend of 16 years flew in from North Carolina. My brother was there (MY BROTHER LIVES HERE NOW). The wonderful guy I’d only been dating for a few weeks was, well, wonderful. I invited my friends to my favorite bar because I knew that I would get overwhelmed if I had another house party.
I built in an escape plan to my own birthday party.
It was pretty spectacular. [click to continue…]
This is my usual writing face, by the way.
A few weeks ago, I came to a realization.
People and experiences come into our lives in the exact moment we need them. They’re not always meant to be around forever. They’re meant to remind us of our strengths and who we are when we’re feeling lost.
I still believe this. Wholeheartedly. I also know closure isn’t always promised, people will continue to make Irish exits out of my life, and it will hurt. It doesn’t matter if you’ve only been in my life for a few weeks or if you were supposed to be by my side at my wedding.
You will hurt me when you decide my life is no longer something you are interested in.
The transient people don’t hurt – obviously. I don’t mourn the disappearance of every person out of my life. We meet people in passing. Maybe we hit it off with them right off the bat but that doesn’t mean they’ll be a constant part of our lives.
I wear my soul and scars out in the open. I don’t wear them as a badge of honor. At this point in my life, as I’m about to turn the corner to 31, it’s more of a time consideration.
Here I am. Here are the things that have contributed to who I am today. Here are the scars that get picked and bleed once in a while. Here’s how I am on a good day, and here’s me on a shitty day. Do you still want to be a part of it?
I don’t know why but in the last year or so, people have decided I am no longer worthy. [click to continue…]
If you don’t already know, I’m obsessed with Friends. I think in Friends references. I will always watch it when I get I chance, and I fully accept that it’s a ridiculous show with flaws.
But I love it with its flaws. [click to continue…]
I made a promise to myself. It’s time to return to your regularly scheduled programming, which means there will be more posts on this blog. The thing is, I have a lot of opinions, thoughts, and randomness that goes through my head and they don’t necessarily all belong on Twitter.
Rather, they deserve to have a proper platform, which means – hello old friend, my dear personal blog – are you ready for my return?
This blog isn’t to add pieces to my writing portfolio. It won’t be polished. It won’t talk about work (that’s for the biz blog). It will at times be frivolous. More often than not, it won’t be super thought provoking. I bet you there will be lots of GIFs, streams of consciousness, broken sentences, and sometimes, grammar rules thrown out the window. This is my safe space (very publicly available safe space). If you’ve only been around for the past 2 years, you’re probably used to the big, huge, life-changing posts full of life lessons and insights. If you’ve been reading my blogs since Myspace days, you…well, you know how random my mind is. I create a ton of polished articles for my clients. I will create thought provoking content for my business blog.
This…is my playground.
Back to the topic at hand, or rather, top of my mind. [click to continue…]
As I type this blog, my brother is in his car, somewhere in Illinois, making the big drive to Seattle. In the car is his girlfriend and puppy (OK, big puppy who’s a full-grown, 7 year old husky). A few hours ago, I picked up the keys to their new apartment and did the move-in inspection.
“You guys must be close,” the leasing agent told me.
We are. My brother is my whole world. Being on the other side of the country from him for the past 3 years have been the most difficult part of being in Seattle. When they visited me last June, all I wanted was for him to fall in love with Seattle the way I did.
He did. They did. The conversation about their move began. Just like there was a part of that feared that I would never actually get to leave DC, there’s always been a part of me that feared they wouldn’t actually move.
BUT HERE THEY ARE. [click to continue…]