Something I've been giving a lot of thought to lately is KNOWING. Specifically, when do you know you've found the right person? This subject is of particular interest to me because a) I've been dating someone for a couple of months now (which means they've made it past the first 3 dates, a feat few... Continue Reading →
No matter how you say it, the concept of keeping up with society's expectations has forever been a a sticking point with free spirits and a never-ending hamster wheel for devotees.
Love is a powerful force, subtle when it is present, but alarmingly potent when it is absent. We should make it our mission to make sure that everybody who shares a moment of our lives feels a least a small morsel of love from us.
Dear Congress, I pray that you never have to lose a loved one to violence that someone else could have possibly prevented. I pray that you never have to cower behind your (much more expensive) desks and send frantic goodbye texts to your loved ones. I pray that you never have to look over and see your secretary or intern or fellow public servant staring at you with unseeing eyes as carpet beneath them becomes warm and sticky and red.
With all this thirst for knowledge, there comes a point where I have to admit to myself that I may NEVER know. I may never know where we came from or who or what made us or why we are REALLY here. Yet this does not give me an excuse to forgo my own answer to the second question: why are we here?
If you're ever tempted to hold back or shy away from an opportunity or just stay in the status quo simply because of what you're afraid might happen, take a moment to give yourself a pep talk. We only live life once, and there may not be a second chance to face your fears.
For some reason, whether it be hidden personal insecurities or jealousy or a lack of confidence in my own abilities, I have always struggled with being happy with other people's success. This is not something that I am proud of in the least-I want to be one of those people who cheers the loudest when someone else wins. I want to be the person who is the first to say a sincere congratulations. I want to be the person who gets excited by other people's success because it means that I can be successful, too.
As a gender, we need to give each other the strength to take a stand and demand the respect that any human deserves. We need to applaud woman who have the courage to post makeup free and truly candid shots where their thighs might be squished or their face might be on their 'bad side'. We need to focus our comments more on how amazing their personality is or how awesome it is that they are helping out at home while their mom is recovering or how cool it is that they choose not to drink because it's healthy.
As I prepared to write this post, I commented to my friend that "I don't even know what I want to write about...I'm mentally exhausted." And then, with a self-deprecating tone, followed up with: ".....from break. I'm mentally exhausted from winter break. What the fuck." It sounds ridiculous. Yet it's very true--I have had two... Continue Reading →