Excuses are the plague of my existence. Especially as a writer. I will always tell myself: “No one will probably read my work anyway so if I’m not feeling this story, that’s okay. I should just stop writing it, and move on to my next idea.” The problem with that is everyone has tough days. ...

Lately I’ve been thinking about endings. I’m horrible at endings in all aspects of my life. I will wait to read the last hundred pages of a book because I don’t want to leave the characters. I took seven years to read Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. The endings I have experienced have been ...

NOT good enough  strong enough  smart enough  thin enough  supportive enough talented enough  funny enough charming enough ——— I AM changing  growing  learning  I am ENOUGH

This is not what I thought my life would look like at 28. I imagined a flourishing career, thriving relationships, a family—always seesawing between children and just animals. I imagined owning a home and doing my part in a self-supporting family. I imagined feeling like an adult. What does it mean to be an adult ...