A Letter to 18 Year Old Me on My 26th Birthday

Hello. It’s me.

I remember thinking about what my life would be like by the time I was the age I am now. I had a vision in mind: job that pays the bills (thanks, college education!), own a home, be married (note to self: find suitor).

Dear 18 year old me,
It ain’t happenin’ like you ‘planned’. Continue reading

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Delicious Ambiguity

Last week I was texting a friend and we talked for a minute about planning life.

Growing up, you believe everything is formulaic and logically follows a sequence. And it is that way for a long time. The option to not make choices is a luxury you don’t appreciate until it’s long gone. Tweet this Continue reading