Saying Hello, Saying Goodbye

I used to be the girl who prided herself on her ability to commit to relationships. Who would hang on forever to people, calling it commitment, love, being a true friend. In all honesty, I think a lot of it was more insecurity than those other qualities. Not saying that I don’t possess them, because I do think that I highly value the people in … Continue reading Saying Hello, Saying Goodbye

Jill Scott is my girl-crush

I was listening to my “Women who inspire” playlist today and Jill Scott’s “Womanfesto” came on and rocked me straight to my core. I’ve listened to that spoken word multiple times, but it’s never resonated quite like it did today, so I decided to go ahead and put it here, in a place where I’ll see it again and again. It feels fortuitous and timely, … Continue reading Jill Scott is my girl-crush

2018: Thrive

I started this damn post in October, so why am I just now getting it posted (late) in January?! I bug myself. *sigh* Anyways… Going into my fourth year of goal planning with word association and it feels good. Why is it that we never appreciate our progress in the moment, only when looking back? When we’re in the middle of a grind, it’s so … Continue reading 2018: Thrive

2017 in pics

I was going to intersperse pictures throughout my 2017 recap post, but I thought it would be better to just keep it separate. This doesn’t even begin to capture everything, but I had to stop somewhere or there would be a thousand images in here. I’m currently trying to reorganize all my photos so these aren’t in chronological order. *shrug* Enjoy a visual look at … Continue reading 2017 in pics

Bruised

Dating is such a frustratingly painful process. And maybe that’s just for me because I allow myself to feel completely, but even the most cordial of endings still leaves me sad and bruised. I’m so tired of being the girl for good times and casual conversations, and not the girl for getting serious with. I’m tired of feeling like it’s me, that I’m the one … Continue reading Bruised

The privilege of loving

They say you shouldn’t return back to your old home before at least nine months after you move. But I received the opportunity to go back to Seattle at four months in, and I couldn’t pass it up. So, I booked the flights, got Ginger settled at her boarding facility, and headed west for four days. As I sit on the plane on the flight … Continue reading The privilege of loving