When I first started dating, I believed attraction was an art. A beautiful mosaic that two people painted together, each with their unique brush strokes and favorite hues. I still believe this to some degree. It’s two intricate, complex humans coming together to create something equally intricate and complex.
This…
I am one of the untold *millions* who got a dog during quarantine. Exaggeration I’m sure, but it feels like millions, doesn’t it?
Her name is Perdita (yes! for those who guessed it, the moniker comes from 101 Dalmatians). …
I’m hesitant to reenter.
Dubious to have things be the way they “used to be.”
Because they will never be the same; and with that acknowledgement, I’d rather not reenter.
It’s not fear, obstinance, or denial. It’s my spirit crying out for more.
More depth. More connection. More layers.
The…
I have deleted and re-installed my Instagram a total of (at least) 10 times. Anyone else out there a binge deleter?
I did this not just from a place of wanting to ‘unplug’ or to embrace the nomadic drift that has found shelter in our culture. You go your way…
Hold please.
I need to process in solitude.
Please remain on the line and a representative will be with you shortly.
I’ve come to treasure the comfy respite that is my own mind. It’s familiar. It’s welcome. It has equilibrium & alignment. It’s home. ❤
When a question of significance…
With everything closed and stay at home orders in place, I would like to say I’m spending all my extra time on fruitful and edifying pursuits, like reading, scrapbooking, and deep cleaning my apartment.
In reality, the majority of my time has been consumed by take-out and TV. And watching…
Enter: Seemingly perfect single person at a family gathering.
The scene goes something like this. You’re at a function. A relative (a usually caring and compassionate one, I might add) inquires about the State of Your Love Life.
You clear your throat. You’re prepared. …
It’s the little foxes that spoil the garden.
It’s the little stains that ruin the outfit.
It’s the little shards of glass that, when stepped on, prove the trickiest and most painful to extract.
Truth is, most dangerous people we meet aren’t serial killers. They are your average Joes (sorry…
So, it’s over.
It’s been over (perhaps) for a while.
And you’re wondering am I actually over them?
I’ve read a lot of advice on this topic — how to know whether you’re over your ex. Most of it recommends readers to look out for the following indicators:
People-pleasing behavior amounts, essentially, to behaving like a doormat. It’s never saying ‘no.’ It’s wanting to be liked more than wanting to be respected. It’s not having a spine. It’s bowing to others’ opinions at the expense of our dreams.
Psychologists and therapists have done a great job identifying the…
