writing
A message from my inner perfectionist:
I don’t need to write some great wisdom. I don’t need to write about what’s true. I need to write what I feel is true right now because that’s beautiful. Next week I might feel differently but that’s not a bad thing. That just means I’m growing and how privileged I am to grow and to learn. It doesn’t make the past me shameful. It makes her human.
The Agate in My Pocket
I didn’t know where I was going, but somewhere along the way I realized I didn’t need to. I’ve never thought of myself as a runner, just a fast walker. And I think at my core, I am constantly wandering, exploring, walking through doorways without knowing what’s on the other side. But I carry nostalgia with me, like an agate in my pocket. Weighing me down just enough to remind me where I’ve been and who has helped me get to where I am now.
Dear Me
I’m 28 and I’m different now. I’m writing to you fueled by hindsight bias and a fully developed prefrontal cortex, trying to let you know that you will be okay. Here’s just a glimpse into some of the lessons you will learn over the next 10 years.
Let them free you.
When I'm Home
I come home twice a year now. An infrequency where I’m not sure it counts as my home anymore.
But my mom keeps her jewelry in a pot that I made when I was twelve.
COMING SOON
Those who teach, do
Most teachers learned this stat when they were studying to be a teacher: nearly 50% of teachers quit within the first 5 years.
I’m about to finish my 5th year. Here’s what I learned.
The fear of being perceived
One day I had this idea that I wanted to start my own blog. Then, I continued to get in my own way for three
Dear Me
I’m 28 and I’m different now. I’m writing to you fueled by hindsight bias and a fully developed prefrontal cortex, trying to let you know that you will be okay. Here’s just a glimpse into some of the lessons you will learn over the next 10 years. Let them free you.
The Agate in My Pocket
Someone once asked me what I’m running away from. They said everyone in this world is either running from or towards something. But I’ve never thought of myself as a runner, just a fast walker. And I think at my core, I am constantly wandering, exploring, walking through doorways without knowing what’s on the other side. Through it all though, I carry nostalgia with me, like an agate in my pocket. Weighing me down just enough to remind me where I’ve been and who has helped me get to where I am now.