I. On resolutions When I was younger, new year resolutions were singular. Just one to start off the year, like “Exercise,” “Read every day,” or “Spend more time with friends.” They were habits that faded out into January such that the rest of the year had no resolve. As I aged and learned how much
Day one: In which we softly linger. This year lasted forever. I remember starting fresh and hopeful with two simple wishes: to get this boy to love me, and to be happy whether or not he did. In that regard, 2017 should have been a perfect success. But the year had better ideas for me.
Guest post by Elisha Palacios We set goals for ourselves because we want to live better lives: I’m going to lose weight, I’m going to work harder, I’ll stop drinking, I’ll do this, I won’t do that. While we often have our best interests in mind, more often than not, we find ourselves unable to
When I was five and my brother was nine, I thought he was so big. He looked to me so advanced, and like he knew so much of the world. I couldn’t wait for the day I would turn nine and I would be that big and that smart. Fast forward 19 years later (!!)
Since I’ve been having a rough patch, I thought I’d take a page out of my friend Sonya’s book and hack my self-love with a list. So here’s a list of things I like or love about myself. I love, first and foremost, that I’m a word-weaver. I love how words come together for me