30-something tattoos

It seems I have reached that age, as in, the one where I don’t advertise my age as often or as freely. I didn’t mind broadcasting that I was 28, or 29, but something shifted after 31—I became a 30-something year old whenever I’d talk about my age. In part, because I couldn’t always remember:…

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My life as a Feelings Sponge (March Update)

I soak up feelings like a sponge. Sometime around college I decided that this formidable empathy is more blessing than curse, but it’s an exhausting superpower to have either way. Over the years I’ve gotten better at deflecting the smaller, unhelpful feelings—like not taking everything so personally—but some things are too massive and messy to…

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Jury duty; what should I be doing with my life.

Yesterday was weird and heavy. Homicide, loss of life, fire arm, autopsy. Gun control, law enforcement, prosecutor, defendant. Over the course of 3 hours I must’ve heard these words hundreds of times. My first time being summoned for jury duty. True to form, the pandemic made an already exhausting process even more challenging.  This stage of…

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Gold stars + Grace

I spent the last few weeks of show and tell sharing my collection of gold stars with you all. But I’d like to reiterate a couple of things. First, all of these achievements require a bit of reading between the lines and re-reading the unsexy lines.  The bullet journal habit took 4 years of false…

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