dear twenty-eight and single,

I'm not going to sugarcoat it like everyone else seems to do.  I'm not going to tell you that you should celebrate the life that lays ahead of you.  The freedom that is granted to you, and the infinite opportunities at your fingertips.  Nope, I won't go there because I know, firsthand, how difficult it is … Continue reading dear twenty-eight and single,

give me a little and i’ll give you all of me.

There are two kinds of people in this world: Givers & Takers.  The definition of these groups is self-explanatory and the characteristics of each are night-and-day.  Takers never give.  Givers never take.  However, it was brought to my attention during a conversation a few days ago that sometimes Givers need to take which is a … Continue reading give me a little and i’ll give you all of me.

this too shall pass.

I met a guy.  His name is Ganesha.  Actually, it's God Ganesha.  I met him at the Art Institute of Chicago on Sunday afternoon, and it appears that we hit it off quite well- in my opinion at least. And didn't say anything to make me think otherwise.  In fact, he didn't really say much at all.  A man … Continue reading this too shall pass.

will you do something for me, please? just picture your life for me? thirty years from now, forty years from now? what’s it look like?

I ended this morning's post fairly quickly so let me share a few more thought as where my anxiety-ridden mind was/is.  To recap, I've been feeling very much not like myself these past few days and trying to figure out why & how to change that.  Today my optimism was noticeably absent as I mention that … Continue reading will you do something for me, please? just picture your life for me? thirty years from now, forty years from now? what’s it look like?

can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read my poker face

May 31, 2010 officially marks the end of a month full of good memories, friends, families, weddings, and lots of travel.  I’m beyond exhausted, but as I mentioned in one of my last posts I am merely running on pure adrenaline, love for my friends, and Starbucks.  Shout out to my lovely baristas for that … Continue reading can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read my poker face