I’ve been working a lot on the things I care about, trying to fill my life with them so much that there’s no room for anything else. That’s why last week I took part in seven challenges, one for each day. The challenges came from The Little Black Book of Workout Motivation, by Michael Matthews. […]
In the corner of my room, tucked away inside my closet, is a plastic garbage bag full of old notebooks, held under pots and pans, a guitar case, and Tupperware containers so we can’t get to each other. The three pillars in my life are Vocation, Travel, and Stories, probably because each are hard to
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So, it’s been a month. . . . Missed you! xo A lot has happened since getting back from my summer of teaching in Italy. I’ve enrolled in three colleges, dropped out of one of them, and snagged a swanky job at Starbucks (I know, I know). Things have been good. I’ve been reading more,
Before You Read:This is a strange one, but it’s not at all serious! In Dedication to Anyone on a Diet.I wish you luck. Take it easy! I’m not an angry person. Today, I punched a bowl of oatmeal. Let me explain. Having worked in many kitchens, I’ve seen people throw tantrums over spilled milk: the
So Today, Not my day—even a little bit. Cars revved past a little cubby by the roadside where I sat dormant in the driver seat of my Subaru—a crystal contrast to the moving things outside. The gas gauge lay limp on E, and the little orange pilot light faded. All that remained was the deafened