I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
There's a huge gorgeous thunderstorm outside my window, and I can't sleep. A clap of thunder woke me up and as I awoke, and I realized my arm was sore and red. I stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the light and recognized I was having an allergic reaction. I popped a Benedryl, put on… Continue reading A Single Ambition
Today was the day. After a year of subtle conversation with intermittent flirtation, and vague questions on tea preferences - I gave the man at the cafe my phone number. I liked this move - in theory - because it didn’t require me to actually ask him out but merely giving him the opportunity to… Continue reading Almost