Once upon a time, I daydreamed that I could go back in time–I’d go to college in a beach-side town. I’d bartend. I’d live in the sun…… Read more “The Cost of Finding Yourself”
It feels… suspicious… to be this consistently, blazingly happy. I have done nothing to earn it. I certainly don’t deserve it.
It feels as if I caught happiness like an illness, that it should only be mine for a little while, a jubilant delirium as transient as a butterfly. I keep expecting its flight, a return to normalcy, and yet… I seem to have found my new normal in joy.
Oh, 2018: Words can do you no justice, and yet still I try! What started as an astoundingly dismal, uncertain year quickly blossomed into the greatest love…… Read more “Cheers to 2018: Year of the Dog and Love”