1. I don’t need to spend a Saturday night hanging out with people who saw me during my “Mondetta Sweatshirt = Formal Wear” phase.
2. I still haven’t gotten over the fact that in the sixth grade my arch enemy told people I bought boys deodorant.
3. Umm… reunions are for catching up with people and finding out what they are doing with their lives. That’s what Facebook is for now. And I don’t have to make small talk while stalking. Win!
4. I saw my tenth grade crush the other day and he’s losing all his hair. Oh! And …READ MORE
I got a few emails today asking where The Secret Project was. The truth is, submissions have slowed so I’m going to post once a month. I have to say, The Secret Project is such a treat for me to share. There were some secrets that made me cry, ones that made me laugh out loud, ones that broke my heart into eleventy thousand pieces- and there was one secret someone shared that was one that I kept too. And checking my inbox and finding that someone else had gone through something I had? Well, it was …READ MORE
For reasons I will never be able to articulate, I seem to swing violently between being 100% confident in my life and my choices and the direction I’m going- to the other extreme, 100% puddle on the kitchen floor, all emo with mascara stains on my cheeks feeling like I have yet to make a right choice and my life is doomed for failure before I hit thirty. There’s no in between, no grey area, no room to stretch- to accept that some choices might have been successes while others were failures. I paint everything with the same brush: it’s …READ MORE
It’s Monday, so you know the drill. Read past Monday (or Sunday!) posts in January, February, March and April to get caught up. Also remember to keep the secrets coming and let other people know about the project. Submissions have slowed a bit so I may start posting monthly instead of weekly.
1.I got an abortion last week. The guy hurt me badly, so I texted him to tell him I was pregnant and getting an abortion because I was more concerned about my own feelings than his, and he responded by saying, “Well it’s done now, cheers.” The …READ MORE
I’ve decided that today I want to be that person who posts pictures of her closet on the internet. Tomorrow I might go into detail about my daily eating habits. Keep your fingers crossed.
Okay, all joking aside (because yes, I was joking- no one really cares that I would taser my grandmother for a daily bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch), my closet is a continuing issue for me. Mostly because there are things I like to do (own pretty clothes) and that comes into direct conflict with things I DO NOT like to do (throw out any clothes because …READ MORE
There are moments when I know what I want to say but really struggle for the right words. You would laugh if you saw me- mumbling to myself as I drive to work, as I fold laundry, as I lay in bed. I envision it would be easier to rip out my heart and put it on my screen, but besides the fact that it would be insanely messy- I don’t think it would be enough. And so, in these moments I turn to the one device a blogger can use when she feels like she has a lot to …READ MORE
I could write about how I’m not looking forward to Friday. If I was feeling very brave, I could confess how I almost canceled the job because I’m worried the whole thing will depress the funk into me. I could write about how my fall clothes are feeling a little too tight, my finances are a little shaky or about how I haven’t had a good hair day in weeks. I could rant about how everything on my sidebar keeps disappearing and I don’t know where it goes. I could write about how it still bothers me that my dad …READ MORE
I suppose tomorrow would be a better day to write this. Or the day after that. But my tomorrows are always busy with the things I’m meant to do, so if I intend to do this, to say this- I need to say it today.
I don’t deal well with judgment. Not even the thoughtfully worded sort, often laced together with constructive criticism and punctuated with sweet smiles. I don’t deal well with people telling me “you should” or “you could“, or “why don’t you just…“.
I’ve long ago accepted that my inability to accept the opinions of others with …READ MORE
Last year, Bre had the great idea of using the month of March to write about women who changed her life. I, (being adept at stealing excellent ideas) quickly decided to follow her lead and used the month to reflect on those ladies who changed me, in good and bad. It was an interesting experiment- one that I still think of now. As I wrote of each woman or girl, I found myself digging deeper- learning more about myself than expected. Truly a great experience coming from someone who often writes about new flip flops and favourite lip glosses.
I …READ MORE