Ask this and I’m instantly annoyed.

I both fear it and love it.

Anyone with a washer/dryer at home ought to be incredibly grateful.

I’m exhausted and I don’t want to muster up the energy to write today. So instead…

I ashamedly find joy in over-analyzing.

This small moment calmed the internal storm inside me and my nervous system exhaled.

I feel it’s important to establish some universal ground rules on how you ought to behave in a coffee shop.

Forgot to blog yesterday. Here’s what I would’ve delved into.

So here came the line that delivers the whole crux of the film, and that’s when I realized what it’s like to be hit between the eyes.

Your pet’s name says a lot about you so you can’t afford to screw this up.

Fun seems like a simple concept on the surface, but for a workaholic like me, it’s wildly complex.

Only in retrospect are we able to make sense of reality’s unfolding.

I have a lot of thoughts on ghosting and none of them are positive.

Watching these, it’s uncomfortable to know it would take me years to realize how that genuine passion was misplaced.

This will give me the framework to practice responding to those mental hurdles with five words: “It doesn’t matter. Just write.”

At some point, it goes from a hopeful “I’m only this age” to a sobering “I’m already this age.”

She began some conversation with a coworker of mine as I pulled the espresso for her latte and steamed the milk.

All the self-care, take a bath, meditate every morning in your lush, Bali-inspired garden are all gorgeous elements of a romantic lifestyle I'd love to live, but I'm finding that my soul often asks for something else.

It’s alarming when a blonde moment slaps me across the face leaving an imprint of “idiot” in beautiful red letters on my cheek.

Take these tips or leave these tips, but they’re irrefutable gold so I highly suggest you consider the following…