I believe in spirituality and G-d, because inner peace and mental wellbeing precede logic and reason.
I welcomed the first day of the new year resolution-less with a broken phone while nursing a small hangover. Tomorrow will be better. I’ll make sure of it.
Today in Zara “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus was played three times in a row.
I ran out the store faster than you can say “twerk”.
When I was a child I was obsessed with circle stories. I thought the idea of events unfolding and going back to where they started was always interesting, yet impossible. I was taught to look at life in a linear way, with the promise that nothing would ever be the same, but here I am back at home, unemployed (by choice), with the same dreams and goals for my life I’ve had since I was 8 or 9. Circles are not impossible. I should know my name begins with one.
I keep receiving Snapchats of sunshine and palm trees from my friends who live in California, while I stare at the snowstorm raging outside my window. Sometimes life isn’t fair.
I’m back home for an hour when someone crashes their car into mine.
Talk about starting off with a bang.
Romanticizing the past prevents progress.
Parents weekend serves as the epitome of the statement: “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”. No matter how a student dresses, whether they are draped in Urban Outfitters or Vineyard Vines, everyone knows where their sense of entitlement comes from.
Parents are crazy and so are their kids.
I knew winter was coming when the squirrels looked larger than usual while fervently digging holes in the soccer turf.
I’ll see them when the sun shines again and the coat comes off for a while.