It seems as if each year I feel the significance of the ‘New Year’ less and less. It seems as if just another year has passed by, and now all that’s different is an 8 when I write the date instead of a 7. I struggled to make any New Year’s resolutions this year, and … More Easing into the New Year
Moving on is slow. The grief comes in waves but the waves get smaller each time without you even noticing. Then one day, a song that used to rip you apart comes on, and it doesn’t feel the same. You think of him, and it doesn’t feel the same. You allow yourself to imagine what … More What moving on looks like
#1: Go to a restaurant and have a meal by yourself —
Bonus points if you stay off your phone. Bonus points if it’s dinner on a Friday night in a packed house. … More 8 ways to be on your own
Yesterday I was involved in a car accident. It was fucking scary. … More When life gives you a friendly reminder
“Find yourself” “Do it for yourself” “Figure out who you are again” — how do you do it? … More Me, without you
I actually have a great attention span, contrary to the title of the post. I can literally sit still for longer than most people and listen to a boring speech without zoning out. I have a great attention span. This restlessness is on a much larger scale… I’ve mentioned before that I’ve lived in a few … More Being restless
~Prepare yourself for like, the entire timeline of my post-break-up experience lol~ What do you do when you feel like you’re finally getting over somebody (or something), and then all of a sudden you’re exactly where you were 2 months ago? As of today, it has been five months since me and my ex broke up … More When you take two steps forward, one step back.
Tried to learn how to code Threw out the red roses you gave me just before you left Moved all of the photos of us onto my hard drive and off of my phone Made a Sad Break-up Playlist that I cried to once a day, for a long time Later made a ‘Moving On’ … More Productive and not-so-productive things I have done to get over you
So no, not the kind of unrequited love between your typical man/woman that you’re probably thinking (wow, heteronormativity at its finest – shame on you) but rather, between myself and my involvement in a particular sphere that doesn’t necessarily accommodate me. Since high school I have wanted to become an opera singer. I knew I … More A different kind of unrequited love.
Over a month ago I found out that I got the lead in this year’s university opera – a huge deal for me, who went through some downs more than ups with singing in 2016. I saw that as a huge affirmation of my work, skill, and worth that I had doubted so much last … More Word of the week: Rejection.