This life.
He picked me up at the bar I used to work at in Boulder. I sat in his gold Honda and as the heat blasted from the vents, I sighed. It was cold outside — the kind of cold that stings your legs.
Season of Thanks
I love this season. It’s definitely my favorite of the four — winter, holidays, gifts, cheer, everyone is just generally in a happy mood. And that makes me happy. But what I love most about this time of year is that it incites gratitude. It’s a time when we think about our lives, reflect on the past year, grant wishes for family and friends. It’s a much-needed pause in the fast-paced world. Each year, my list of Thankfuls grows leaps and bounds.
Love your way out of it.
Admitting I’m going through a time of self-discovery and learning was more difficult than I had imagined. But we’re always discovering new things about ourselves, right? Perhaps, but when I’m brutally aware of these discoveries, sometimes, it’s painful.
Online Dating Chronicles: WHY CAN’T I JUST CLICK ON THE HOT GUY???
I received an email from OKCupid this afternoon alerting me that “one of these 9 people just gave me high marks.”
Sometimes, at times.
Sometimes, I lie, on my stomach with my knees bent, feet crossed on my bed in my top floor studio apartment and wonder how I got here. To this point. To the brink of complete happiness.
On patterns, and how to break them.
Life, in and of itself, is cyclical. We’re born, we live, we die, and some believe that sequence repeats itself over again. But throughout life, we’re faced with even more cycles, patterns, repetitions. Some of these are great — another fiscal year, a work week that always ends in a weekend. However, some patterns in life, should be broken.
Life’s little victories.
I’ve noticed a trend in my little blogosphere. My favorite bloggers all seem to be going through some serious personal change — finding themselves, uncovering new realities, embracing the negative, and having general hard times. And maybe it’s just that “when it rains it pours” and sucky times rub off on each other. Or maybe it’s just that misery loves company and we all just commiserate. Or maybe, timing just sucks all around.
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a cat lady. Yet.
I just happen to like them. Quite a bit. Ok, fine. I like them a lot.
