Saturday, October 3, 2015


I started October with a pumpkin muffin my friend baked (with pumpkin puree, thanks Savannah) and a pumpkin spice latte (that I burned my thumb making, thanks searing hot almond milk). I sat on my kitchen counter, feet dangling a foot or two from the ground, a bright sun hanging behind gloomy clouds, warming my back as it can from the large kitchen window. I was enjoying these few moments of solitary joy in my morning before getting ready for work, but all I could think was about where I was in life.

I have spent most of the last week reflecting on what September was, and now I am focused on what October can be. For me, it's about finishing things I started. On October 8 I will be 25 years old. I want to tie up loose ends before I push forward into a new year of my life. I want to stop being lazy and submit those 6 pieces of work still sitting in an envelope to be sent off. I want to exchange margin notes with my friend Ariel and finally send her back her books. I want to finish reading my library books and get them back on time. I want to finally finish the books I borrowed from my friend Chris. I want to finish the books downloaded to my Kindle. (Seeing a pattern here?) Any other goals--personal, professional and recreational--that I set for myself years ago I want to finally complete.

It's not a quarter-life-crisis. It's just an understanding that life moves forward whether we want it to or not, so we might as well keep pace with it and do what we always say we're going to do--and do it well.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015


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September looked a little like this: celebrating 5 years with my husband (almost 2 years married, but 5 years together), autumn arriving, some shots of coffee breaks at my work, a couple of selfies because I'm feeling confident, and little things I did during my off time like submit writing pieces, watch "While You Were Sleeping," try some Japanese raspberry Kit Kats, and my new pizza pajamas that I love. What did your September look like?

Monday, September 28, 2015

Positive Vibes

Today I woke up in one of the worst ways you can: Thinking I was late for work when it was my day off. Obviously there are more terrible ways to start your day, but it certainly didn't feel good rushing out of bed only to realize I could have probably slept a few more minutes.

September is almost already over, and I really can't believe it. September was a strange month. It brought us autumn, but it also brought me a strange whirlwind of emotions from doubting myself, to worrying about money (thanks, student loans), to caring for a friend while they're down and out, to being told I wasn't being enough of a friend for another, to writing more in one month straight than I had in some time, to reading a larger variety of texts, to revisiting my old love of poetry, to celebrating an anniversary, to wishing I had more time to catch up with friends and family across the country... It was a lot. I remember some days feeling like they were slow and relaxed, and then the next day I would want to start working on something that I had been putting off and realize that one day to myself meant I compromised time that I should have used to get things done. But I guess I can't really blame myself for taking the time to myself. Sometimes you just really need to step away from work and errands and enjoy just a day on the couch or a walk outside without obligation.

Through all of this month, however, I've been focusing on those positive vibes--the things that making me happiest--and washing away the negative. Today was no different. I spent my day off doing nothing, because I just really needed that calm, and the whole time I was reminded of why I have 1,000 reasons and more to be happy. So I made a board on Pinterest, a site I haven't consistently been to in months, and started pinning things that are bright and fun and make me smile. I wanted a new place for these new vibes I'm feeling out, and somewhere to go to if I'm feeling low or just want to scroll through something fun.

And in my every day, not vetted by the void of the Internet, I make sure I find the bright and fun where I can. The windows in my apartment let in the perfect amount of bright light every day, and it lifts my spirits every morning when I wake up. And when that doesn't even work, some music to start the day off right usually helps. This evening I took a long shower, shaved my legs--to start the cold seasons off without a shave-hibernation that so many of us are guilty of doing--and got rid of any toxicity I might have been clinging onto hours before as I listened to a playlist I made about 5 years ago and haven't listened to in some time. Here's what I recommend if you need a pick-me-up playlist:
  1. "Dela" by Johnny Clegg & Savuka
  2. "Send Me On My Way" by Rusted Root
  3. "Hold Me (feat. tobyMac)" by Jamie Grace
  4. "There Goes the Fear" by Doves
  5. "She's Got You High" by Mumm-Ra
  6. "Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap
So take a long shower, do some laundry, let in more light into your home, read a good book, watch your favorite movie or go out with friends. Do things that fill you with joy because the months fly by so quickly. I'd rather be doing things that make me happy (like running through the apartment complex with my best friend Savannah wearing matching pizza pajamas looking for a view of the blood moon at 10 p.m.) than bringing myself down. Life finds a way to do that enough without your help.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Washington's On Fire

Through all of the broken clouds, smoke hung like high fog across the Sound. My friend and I drove back and forth over the bridge and stared at a skyline that was faded and burning on the horizon. “It comes in waves, y’know,” I heard a stranger say. “Some days the fire’s smoke gets here, some days you forget anything is burning.” Miraculously, I don’t think I ever forgot that something was burning.

Our windows face up, and we can see smoke blending with the sunset behind the trees. The sun beats red and orange--you’d think it was dying.

Seattle is always sinking slowly, built on top of itself like all of us--just bricks and bricks of maturity and age glued over a foundation of vibrancy and youth, but we’re still happy, too. After a long day of watching another friend grapple with recovering from a 14-hour stint of alcoholic Thanksgiving, wandering through the city--in and out of record shops trying to decide between a gospel singer and the blues--he looks to the sky and says with a sigh, “And… Washington’s on fire.” It’s then that I know it’s about us, too. Alive and blissfully aflame about something.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Five Years

Look at those smiles. That picture was taken right before our first summer apart, when I had to go home after my sophomore year of college to Atlanta to be with my family for 2 months. It seems like such a long time ago now. And we look like such babies.

At 2 a.m. the other night, I suddenly realized that the day we started something beautiful was coming up soon. Granted, I'm not always one for desperately keeping up with dates--I'm actually the worst at even remembering people's birthdays--but I still couldn't help myself from smiling. September 21, 2010, that guy up there, Tripp (or as his other nickname Trey that some of you may know/have heard me refer to him as) asked me to be his girlfriend.

Five years ago to the day.

Who would have known that we would survive my stressful college years tackling the university newspaper as a staff writer to eventual Editor-in-Chief? Or that he would find a job that he loves all the way out on the West Coast and move that far to follow his dreams out of Georgia? Or that I would one day marry him and follow him myself after graduating and moving out? Or that we would have survived that year 3,000 miles apart before getting married? Or that he could put up with me--the weirdest of weirdos--purposefully on a daily basis?

Who would have known I could love someone as much as I love him? Five years and counting.

Seriously, we look like actual adults here compared to the other picture. Five years is a weird amount of time.