You know the feeling when you’ve realized you’ve done something wrong (even accidentally)? And how much worse it is when you’re in the time between the realization and when the one person who could relieve you of your guilt hasn’t yet? The nervousness. ...

Now that I’m sharing this blog with other people and I hope they actually read it, I’m feeling self-conscious. Like these words have to mean something. Like I suddenly have to make a point with each post. I can no longer ramble and whine. I can’t talk about how I’m...

For the first time since starting this blog, I completed my manuscript writing before this post. I suppose that renders this post useless because I already did my writing for the day, but I’ll indulge myself in the self-analysis anyway.  Some things I’ve learned by...

By the time I graduated college I had spent my entire life living for someone else’s finish line, for the things they wanted for me. And though their intentions were good, when it came time to live for myself, not only did I not know how, I had a better idea of what...

I meant to get started a million times today but things* kept getting in the way.  *Things being the book I’m reading (The Obelisk Gate by N.K. Jemisin), our hammock, the leaves dancing in the breeze, and distant memories of my childhood that left me feeling a...

Today I’m feeling the low-level apathy I’ve come to associate with my particular brand of depression. I know what I “should” be working on—even what I want to be working on—but good luck trying to get me to do it.  On days like today I’m much more likely to...

If this were a month ago, I’d use the excuse that I was grieving the loss of my near 17-year-old dog. I’d have simultaneously said it was insane that grief could mess with your brain so much, but I’ve definitely proven that theory wrong (as anyone who’s ever grieved...