There’s a thought — or series of thoughts, really — that’s been trying to claw its way out of my brain and into the open air for a while now, but these are the kinds of thoughts that are so so hard to share.

When December started, the most surprising thing of all was that it felt like it had arrived quickly.

Marveling at the remarkable pace of the passage of time is pretty standard, but in a year that often felt hellish and brutal, I assumed that reaching the end wouldn’t have caught…

I often wonder who I might have been if I hadn’t come of age with the internet. Pretending, for a second, that many of my most cherished relationships aren’t owed to that very fact, I wonder what my relationships might have looked like in that alternate reality.

Today I am both elated and also little bit heartsick. Proud and also tired.

Yesterday I ran my first half marathon.

I am an unimpressive athlete. Any athleticism I might have possessed as a child was squandered through a life spent largely indoors…

For much of my life, I documented everything. Long, rambling journal entries begot long rambling entries in an AOL mailing list (LOL) which begot long rambling livejournal entries, and so on, and so on.

And then there was this blog. Fresh out of college and overwhelmed by the endless array…