Before: I wouldn’t write a personal post like this for fear of potential employers, current employers or past employers seeing it. What would they think? Would it change their impression of me? Would it ruin my chances at the next great opportunity? What if, what if, what if… Now: I am sad and I have SAD. SAD […]Read More The happy girl can be the sad one, too
We tend to wait until November to think about why we are thankful. But even then, our thoughts are clouded by the gift-giving season. Why wait to develop gratitude?Read More Developing gratitude
It’s the Friday of Labor Day weekend, and I am writing an overdue blog post. Overdue because my goal is to write at least one post a week, but lately, my timing has been awful. For some reason I am unable to keep my own personal goals to the same standards as my professional ones. From a […]Read More How can I care about personal goals?
I must confess the truth. Leaving Chicago has been the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. I tried. I really did try to make it work. I gave myself completely to the demands of the city. I worked overnights, double shifts, all for minimum wage. Tried to mold myself to fit in […]Read More Sometimes you’ve got to give in to win
Each week I experience, at least once, what many call “the blues.” Yes, I live in the “greatest country on earth.” Yes, I experience white privilege on a daily basis. No, I’m not carrying around tens of thousands of student loan debt. I am healthy. I am loved. I am free. But, that doesn’t mean […]Read More Allowing myself to wallow
I have been letting myself down a lot this past year. I’ve been making excuses for why I’m treading water. I’ve been blaming the universe for giving me difficult circumstances, that prevent me from moving forward. I then decide that the solution to get away from all this negative juju invading my headspace is to well, move. Queue positive vibes & […]Read More Why I succeed at failing
For the past two months I have been helping my mom clear out my grandpa’s house and now our own home, my childhood home, as she readies herself for her new adventures out West. I’ve found pretty hysterical pieces of artwork, toys from all stages of various obsession, and dozens upon dozens of journals. After spending […]Read More The “Bite Me” Chronicles Return