I see people pigeon-holing and making loved ones into formulas with these personality tests.

“Why waste time say lot word, when few word do trick?”

One YouTube search in, I realized I knew nothing.

This week I started playing my baritone ukulele again.

How I set the stage for a good night’s rest.

Grandma here is finally accepting it: I guess technology isn't as evil as I thought.

I don’t really like taking photos. And I’ve tried to like it.

I put something on paper because I needed to put something on paper.

Piecing together arrival times, budget, drive time, and lodging—I find it all deeply satisfying.

Pour me a cup of terrible gray-colored coffee and slide me a menu.

Holding my breath must’ve begun somewhere and for some reason.

I don’t have much to give today than to say I’m disappointed and unsurprised.

It would do me a lot of good to take this at face value…

It’s dangerous to be idealistic around something as variable as a career path.

I’m giving myself ten minutes to just write and see what comes out.

I spent a lot of money trying to fit a mold I didn’t create or actually agree with.

It is a remedy I personally cannot do without.

I decelerated and breathed in fresh air for the first time in a long time.

Big roars and plot holes.

“Our lives are somehow unfolding faster than [we] are able to manage well.”