Surprises
I think my love of surprises has something to do with my love of good stories.
I think my love of surprises has something to do with my love of good stories.
“If you have a bat in your dwelling after hours, please press four.”
For the first time, it feels like I’m succeeding at being single and in my twenties.
I’m leaving a familiar harbor for an unfamiliar sea.
Sleeping on a sailboat in the middle of the work week is my fulfillment of that dream.
It is my firm belief that the enduring power of middle school narratives is why therapists will always have jobs.
I remember completing a weeks-long project with my friend Mackenzie that involved green Christmas lights shoved through a tri-fold display board.
I am too young to be having a midlife crisis and too old for a quarter-life one.
That night I called my parents and tried to make it sound like I was having fun, when I really just wanted a dry place to sleep and a few moments to myself.
And you know what? I regret nothing.