(Much like you) I’m at home. I’ve been spring cleaning, catching up on some writing, wondering what everyone else is up to, playing intense games of Monopoly with my younger brothers—and baking. Lots of baking. …
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(Much like you) I’m at home. I’ve been spring cleaning, catching up on some writing, wondering what everyone else is up to, playing intense games of Monopoly with my younger brothers—and baking. Lots of baking. …
I’ve become the kind of person that fills pages and pages of my journal with everything I’m grateful for. I handwrite thank you notes to the air that fills my lungs; the legs that hold …
There’s this picture quote in my camera roll from December 2017. The first time I saw it, I remember reading the words over and over; thinking ‘this is it. This is everything’. It was revolutionary …
Whenever we’re driving together (it doesn’t matter if we’re on an ‘emergency’ chocolate slab run or, a four-hour road trip) our family rotates the song selection responsibility. This way, we all get to hear something …
There are 168 days left of the year – that’s just over 5 months – and almost anything can be accomplished in that time. So, my question is: what do you want to do? Sometimes, …
I never thought I’d consider a coffee shop as a kind of home. Almost every morning last year, I stopped by Seattle Coffee on my way to work. It didn’t matter if it was scorching …
January always lasts a small eternity, doesn’t it? It seems to just carry on and on and on. I think it was this ‘never ending’ feeling that sent me sliding into what I can best …
Fact: I don’t make New Years resolutions. My reason? They never really feel concrete enough. I suppose ‘get more sleep’, ‘stop eating so many cupcakes’ and ‘actively use your gym membership’ sound great in theory …
It’s the 6th of December and just after 5am. The house is silent and outside, it’s still dark. I’ve only just woken up when my family barrels into my bedroom. They’re already singing Happy Birthday …
We’ve all got things we deem ourselves to be great at; skills that aren’t particularly useful – but we’re kind-of-sort-of proud of them nevertheless. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m kind …