Blissed the Fuck Out

From the pages of my journal: riffing on the life I’m living and creating. I felt some kind of way sharing this. It feels super vulnerable, super too much, super just out there. But at the same time, why not? Why not bare it all? What is the difference between sharing the depths of my […]

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Love, a horrible thing

Love is a scary thing. Don’t do it. The risk is too big. The fall too hard. Love is a horrible thing. It makes you do weird things. Crazy things. Stupid things. It makes you become someone new. You stop knowing who you are. Sometimes people don’t recognize you anymore. Love is a terrible thing. […]

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My Friendship with Trump

I’ve been sitting on this post for almost a week now. I think it’s time to set it free and be okay with it. ———————- I’m not super politically savvy and I don’t keep up with the news a lot. Just what I glimpse in the hotel gym rooms, newspapers in coffee shops, news via […]

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I told my mom I’m dating a non-male

Me: Mom, I have something to tell you. Mom: What? Silence Me: It’s kind of hard to say. Mom: What? Silence Mom: Just say it. Me: I know… but… Silence Me: I’m dating someone Silence Me: Not a man Mom: ? Me: I’m dating that friend I brought over a couple months ago Silence Mom: […]

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Remembering me – 71/100

I read through an old journal post. It was more of a random stream of consciousness inspired by a weekend at my Spiritual Psychology program. I feel a little shy sharing this because it sounds narcissistic. It sounds conceited, self-absorbed, even self-righteous. There’s a voice that says, “Don’t expose your inner thoughts, they might offend […]

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Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100

Her eyes, so piercing and inviting, soul, so wild and free heart, so open and willing. The depth both scares and draws, like a moth to flame dancing to possible death There’s nothing to do but leap, jump that cliff, challenge gravity, defy the emptiness of failed connections. Thoughts, feelings, decisions feel seemingly recklessness until […]

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Anticipation creeping – 48/100

I’ve talked about where I stand in regards to my parents’ opinions about me, especially in the space and chapter of life that I’m in. I’m still there. Still, there’s a part of me that feels tension, hairs on edge, breath held… Mainly because I feel like they may find out earlier than later. Or […]

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And… again – 1/100

Yeah. Again. But with more rules. 400 words max. No minimum. No Sundays. Must have minimum one image. Just made that one up. I really feel it in my blood to create something. I’m itching to put something out there. Not for recognition but for my own purpose of existence. I want to be seen, […]

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One humanity

Sometimes, I write to come to myself. I always start with where I am, physically e.g. I’m in Miami. Then I go into my mind i.e. I’m thinking about ____________. Then I drop into my heart i.e. I’m feeling _____________. And that’s scary sometimes because I have no idea what’s going to come out. And […]

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