Don’t say I’m bold

Some time last year, I was showing my friend a message I had typed up to send to a guy I thought was cute and she said "wow, yeah, that's bold--go for it". I immediately shrunk inwardly when she said that. Her head turned sideways and she said "Why do you always take boldness as [...]

the first boy I ever loved.

Today I want to tell a story that's long overdue. It's about the first time I told a boy I liked him and everything that came after. I walked through the rain, literally, to go and tell him. My heart was racing and I had never EVER before confessed any feelings of any sort to [...]

Finish the Race.

Often, people ask me how my job is going. That is a common question to ask. A normal question. Yet, I often have a hard time articulating "how my job is going". Part of it is that I'm not great at small talking, and so this question has a lot of intricacies to it for [...]

wonderment and reality.

For a long time, I’ve felt an itch to write some sort of book. I’m not sure what about. Maybe it would be a unique look on something long understood. Perhaps, a collection of perspectives on different experiences or a poetic telling of what it’s like to have to grow up and face the world [...]

time to bloom.

For a whole year I didn't hang a single thing up in my room. Nothing at all. To some this may not seem like anything of significance. I know plenty of people who are quite satisfied with bare walls. But usually that's just not me. I love color. Every dorm room or apartment I've had [...]

birthdays make me sad.

I've found comfort in knowing that I'm not the only person who feels this way. But it's true. Specifically, MY birthday makes me feel sad. When I was younger, I think it's because I had really high expectations for how people should treat me on that day or week, since I felt I deserved to [...]