I come to you from the comfort of my apartment, specifically my patio, today – where I have been since March 16th. My dog now has social anxiety and gets aggressive towards people because she’s been quarantined as well. We are waiting for Michael’s Covid-19 test results to come in because his coworker showed up … Continue reading Uncomfy
"I woke up Wednesday morning feeling...what's the word? Is there a word? I'm not sure there is a word to describe it. Tuesday night, I was in shock. I was angry. I was devastated. In 16 years I have never felt these feelings after an election. I felt them in other facets of my life, … Continue reading Let Us March
I haven't been writing a whole lot lately. I have replaced writing with reading, praying, and hoping things begin to fall into place for my precisely laid out plan for my future. I needed to take some time to fix myself. A good friend told me, "Your mind is like an ankle sprain. Sometimes you … Continue reading What The Future Holds
From the moment I met you I knew it would be an impossible journey. A journey I was determined to finish even if all the time wasn't worth it. I regret that decision now, two years later and countless hours of me trying and you dragging me along in the dirt like an old toy … Continue reading An Open Letter to The guy I thought was Worth It
I've been keeping my feet under me lately. I've been working hard, keeping a level head, and going with the always tedious flow. Getting to this point is usually the easy part, but staying here can be difficult for me. I went rollerblading recently and I decided that was a good analogy for my life these … Continue reading Quitter
Some people are just not worth feeling sad over. The ones who run when you ask them to stay. The ones who are never truly there for you. The ones who, despite all the effort, can toss you away like you mean nothing. People show their true colors in desperate times. Times when their character comes … Continue reading Stand Up For Yourself
Oh the possibilities, right? Sometimes I feel as if I'm hanging on by a thread, and maybe I am. Hanging on to hope, dreams, the possibility of someday waking up and all of the time spent will be time *well* spent. That maybe things could be different. Does that make me hopeful or just plain stupid? Third, fourth, … Continue reading Second Chances
Sitting in my small square office, with a sliding glass door, three computer monitors, a picture of a window looking out onto the ocean (because I don't have a real window), a plain white shelf, a shit ton of recording equipment, and my rolly chair. I found myself staring at the ceiling, asking...how did this become … Continue reading How Did I Get Here?