Category: Self-Reflection
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Us Vs. Them
I’m so sorry, guys. We have a lot of people in this country who are hurt, confused, and scared for the wellbeing of their everyday lives. And it’s all coming to a head. The frustrating thing about today is that the majority of the people I know personally are not Trump supporters. And by majority,…
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My Emotional State
I’ve started using a period tracker. I know, ew gross. The female anatomy. ‘Kay, now that we have that over with, I have discovered that using one of these apps is actually super helpful, and not just to “avoid being pregnant”, which is basically the only option the app gives that doesn’t involve already being…
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The Alarming Separation of Body and Soul
This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I had a single, striking moment in which I looked at myself in the mirror and hated what I saw. I have never had body image problems. I’m cute, and I know it, and I have taken pride in that over the years (not that I’m…
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Friendship
My toes sink into the soil around me. It is not clay, it is not sturdy, but it is ground, and it feels good. And maybe it’s temporary, placed there by our own hands, by our own demands, the sands of our own experiences; …
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A Sabbatical of Style
I’m back on Facebook. And as much as I’d like to say that I feel like a different person now that I was, I’m finding quite quickly that old habits die hard. I will still post something on my wall, and then check back five minutes later to see if anyone has liked it. I…
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My Visible Life
I want people to like me. I want people to like me, and understand me, and it stresses me out. This is a problem I admit to having, and it is a problem that many people have. It is a problem because it interferes with and bogs down my ability to see real life in…
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Trusting Myself to Not Trust
Today will just be a nice, self-loathing blog post about my insecurities and how I like them. Consider this your warning that you’ll probably get some eye roll exercise if you continue reading. When I was in middle school, I decided I wanted to take karate classes. It was a short-lived jaunt down the road…
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Room For Ruthie
Why do I always put things off until the very last minute? My friend, Ruthie, is partially moving in with me. By “partially”, I mean she will live with me when she’s not off being a travel nurse — a job that steals her away for three months at a time. Ruthie will be living…
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Turning Over Stones
There is a game I like to play when I have the down time and am feeling particularly creative. I will go and sit in a public place and people-watch — I’ll think about what that woman with the glasses and the limp is thinking, what she did today; what that man with the beard…
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Rhyming as Therapy
Why can’t I live future memories as I do when I relive them? I don’t treat time as I should– I want it to be steady. Because change is good, But only when I’m ready. But time has the frustrating ability to be steady and changing at the same time. Constant, but fluctuating. Steadily changing. The…