“You’re such a picky eater,” My parents used to tell me. Now I say “don’t be so picky” when my mom refuses having kale in a salad or whispers that my dad only eats certain vegetables. As I’ve grown-up I’ve come to notice that being a picky eater is the norm rather than the minority. We gravitate, consciously or unconsciously, towards the same flavors and dishes, declaring ourselves a connoisseur of that experience.
Continue reading “I Hate Nutella”
Simple sentiments send an arrow through my heart. I skipped into 2018 with past conversations turned into love songs stuck on repeat. When my heart drifts back to him, I hear myself saying, “I’ve got it bad…” again and again and again. I’ve got it bad, and I want to confess.
Continue reading “I’d Like to Confess (Daily Prompt)”
Each of us are fighting battles, tending to wounds, and accepting scars; this year I’ve been on an intensive journey of self-love, awareness, and acceptance, and even though life is getting better I didn’t realize how much compassion and patience I’d need to give myself.
Continue reading ““This One’s For Me.””
As is always advised I retraced my steps. Then I did it again and again, circling around the house.
With no sign of it, I asked my mom, “Have you seen my journal?”
“I hope I didn’t loose it somewhere… oh no,” The implications of what that risked struck me, “I wrote about my crushes! And my teenage angst! …er, my adult angst?!”
Freshly endangered of angst exposed, my mind veered from ashes to an elaborate mural of memory. Engulfed by high-stakes hide and seek… I found my journal in mere moments, left in a decommissioned backpack.
Author’s Note: I wrote this post a couple months ago, and I haven’t misplaced my journal since – not out of fear but being organized and responsible. Yay for adulting.
Do you keep a journal? Would you be embarrassed if someone else read it?
Last October I finally attempted monthly goals posts (attempt), and in homage to my favorite holiday, I’m back in the blogosphere to try again. *fireworks* And hopefully I’m here to stay. 🎃🎉
Continue reading “Halloween Season, Let’s Gooo! (October 2017 Goals)”
I’ve got 22 days left to write a book that I haven’t even started. It’s that time of the year…
Continue reading “In Which I Talk About A Cute Anime Jerk”