Ive been told that I have this habit of stating my emotions explicitly. Like, maybe I’m sitting in a hot tub with my friends and I’m feeling nostalgic, hopeful, grateful, happy, and content all at once. I will literally announce what I’m feeling because that moment is notably happier than the other 98.5% of my…
So High
The D Word
To be honest, internet, I’ve been on the struggle bus lately. And, for the sake of this post (despite how uncomfortable admitting it is), I need to name that my struggle bus is called “depression.” To be more honest, I fear that by typing that word, I’m loosing a lot of your attention. The truth…
Dreaming and Hoping
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a tumultuous relationship with getting my hopes up. Generally speaking, all things I’ve struggled with are because something didn’t go the way I’d hoped… I don’t imagine that I’m alone in that. We come out of the womb this way– blindly trusting, annoyingly optimistic, and assuming…
Loveless
There’s this song called, “Loveless” by Lorde that talks about how we’re the generation who date without feelings. She describes us as a group who dates through messing with eachother’s heads. The girl gets it, and she gets me. Side-note, as I looked up the lyrics to make sure I mentioned the correct song, I…
The Price of Progress
Alright all, I’m pumping the breaks on the letters. Who knows if that series will resurface, but I’m feeling too restricted by them at the moment. I don’t tolerate restrictions well. I’ve been feeling starved of blog posts. More-so starved of creativity, I suppose. I’ve felt too trapped with myself, and like my fear of…
To You
Whoever you are, I’m cheating my own system. I’ve got a handful of drafted letters saved, but I haven’t been able to finish any of them. I’m afraid that to find myself without this writer’s block, I need a good ole post unpacking my life as of late; so, you’re getting yourself a letter. Last…
To Pam
Momma, I’m writing this while I listen to The Greatest Showman soundtrack for the tenth time in the past 18 hours. So; in my head, these words sound like a musical. Apologies if this comes out too epic. Anywho. You and I got a late start to the relationship we have now. I’ll never-not regret…
To Nettie
G, I’d imagine you have your eye on the current goings on of our family– especially Mom. We all made the trek to Indiana yesterday for this bizarrely wonderful introduction to her birth family, and I couldn’t stop being overwhelmed by you. Granted, every time I’m in Indiana I think of you, but this time…
