This week I’m saying goodbye to 26. Birthdays always make me nostalgic, always make me think back on what the past year of life held. This year, I’m realizing I’m not too sad to see 26 go. I’m realizing I wasn’t the biggest fan.
26 was when life got overwhelming. Life felt like it was heading one way and it suddenly, jarringly, changed directions. It felt like in so many areas of life I kept hitting this impenetrable wall. In so many areas I was spinning plates while treading water while trying to put out various fires.
26 was when I started to question a lot. My current life, my potential future. What I wanted, what I needed. If I should come up with a new life plan. If I even needed to have a life plan.
26 was when friendships got rough. Easy, life-giving relationships all of a sudden started taking lot of effort. They started taking work. They started taking energy, in a season where I seemed to have so little of it. Read More
For the month of December – in honor of Dressember – I’ll be blogging everyday! Thoughts on anything from fighting for justice to feminism, from dresses I’m wearing to books I’m reading, and everything in between.
With the mornings getting colder (yes, I live in Southern California. Yes, I said “cold”), getting out of bed is getting incredibly more difficult. Getting out of bed is already my least favorite time of day, and something I already struggle with. I used to joke if college was meant to prepare you for real life, they should make a class in how to wake up on time – but, luckily, they didn’t require that to graduate, otherwise I would have never gotten a degree. Ask anyone who has had to share a room with me – I sleep through about 3 alarms, snooze through another 5, and then oversleep enough to jump out of bed and have 5 minutes to get myself together (read: coffee) before flying out the door.
But now that the mornings are cold, and my bed is so very nice and warm, I have even more incentive to stay snuggled up. Plus the fact that I work out of a home office….. I’ve been staying in bed for an embarrassingly long amount of time lately. If I had a coffee pot in my room, I probably would never get out of bed. Seriously. Sometimes I even struggle to the kitchen, and climb back into bed with my warm mug. I’m being real vulnerable here, public internet. Read More