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
Why is everything a competition?
In a world where everyone is just sooo busy this seems to be extremely accurate... There are very few people in my life who would meet me for dinner with a couple days' notice and not cancel at the last second. There are even fewer that would drop everything to be there when I desperately need them. … Continue reading Priorities
We, as humans, are not perfect. We are quite the opposite. Unfortunately for us, everyone expects perfection. Even if you think you don't, you do. People expect level-headed, rational, perfectly shaped, and proper individuals. People expect you not to throw a temper-tantrum, or have cellulite, or be dramatic because it might be inconvenient for them. That's just … Continue reading Imperfections
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
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?