Caps and gowns are covering my newsfeed. Everyone is smiling and hugging and talking about next steps. Also, do caps and gowns make people more beautiful? Everyone is somehow radiant and totally working that shapeless drape. So I promise this isn't some bitter post about, “Oh man, you don’t even know what’s coming hardyharhar.” Adulthood … Continue reading 3 Things I Wish I’d Known Before Graduating
Being creative is hard. I have a very real ache to be creative. I think a lot of us do, deep down somewhere. But then I sit here staring at the keyboard, or nestled on my couch with guitar in hand, or walking around a neighborhood with a camera strapped to my neck… and it’s … Continue reading Hello Writer’s Block, My Old Friend
Vulnerability used to be hard. At eleven years old, there was no way on God’s green planet I would let my friends know I wasn’t allowed to watch the show they were all talking about. You’re kiddin’ yourself if you thought anyone knew my only name brand shirts were hand-me-downs. And yes of course I got … Continue reading When Vulnerability isn’t Sexy
If Knoxville is the southern scruffy mountain man, Lexington is his refined older sister. And I love her. She's just a smidge under three hours away from Knoxville (this time estimate is including a stop for coffee, because, obviously.) She's southern and sophisticated. See, I've lived in a handful of southern cities. They have been … Continue reading Lexploring: a day in Lexington
I don't know where my home is. I've always been bad at directions Examples: My parents got me a GPS well before I owned a car. I once spent many dollars confusedly going back and forth on a tollroad, even with said GPS. Another time, I drove an hour into North Carolina before realizing I was … Continue reading A Rambling Post About Effects of Meandering
I don’t want to brag, but I have a lot of skills. I can go to Target and only buy what I initially entered said store to buy. I can scrape ice off a car windshield with only a ballpoint pen and a rewards card at my disposal. (Possible but not recommended.) I once ate … Continue reading While I’m Waiting… If That’s What’s Happening Here.
I graduated from college bright eyed and bushy tailed, talkative, sociable, ready to move across the country and make hordes of new interesting, talented, and hilarious friends. A year later I was heart-wrenchingly lonely. Busy, sure. But lonely too. That’s right, after a year of occasional coffee dates and brunches, all I had to show … Continue reading Everyone’s Lonely and Nobody Will Admit It.