I don’t fly with other people. It’s just something I’ve never had the privilege of doing. Maybe it’s time for a change?
I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
Where you live matters, but how you choose to love it matters most of all.
Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?
To be in an unknowable place is to be unknown and unknowable – it feels a bit like freedom.
I started writing on a Mac laptop when I was in middle school. I was maybe 10 or 11? And when I started, I never imagined I would ever reach an age I would stop. 10 years later, I stopped.
It’s been two years since I started this. Perhaps it’s time for a refresh?