Hello,
It’s been a minute, huh? I can explain, I promise…
See, I’m such a perfectionist that I often end up not accomplishing anything. My feelings of inadequacy lead to stagnancy, which ultimately leads to nothing. Nothing is accomplished… which then leads to more feelings of inadequacy.
What a destructive cycle… one I’ve been entangled in for decades. I have to stop that. Something is better than nothing. Something is better than nothing, I repeat.
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I’m heartbroken, I’m tired… I am mourning the past
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I’m kind of awkward socially…. but whatever!
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The self-help propaganda really does get old after a while… You don’t need to always be fixing yourself…
I was scrolling through my Instagram when suddenly I was hit with an influx of quotes on a plethora of topics regarding self-healing, breaking “generational traumas,” and learning to “love yourself.”
You get the idea…
Someone has to say it… this shit is getting old. It’s so boring!
Continue readingFinding Peace in the In-Between
I am learning to find beauty in the in-between periods of my life.
I may not have the perfect career, relationship, or life, but deep in my heart, I know I am headed in the right direction. I may not achieve all my goals, but maybe what I think I want is not exactly what I need. When you get to the point of enjoying the ride, you feel a sense of peace, simply observant of the journey that you are on.
Often, we become so obsessed with the future that we forget to enjoy the most beautiful part: the current moment.
Growing up, I dealt with so much insecurity. I was put down for the way I looked and how I acted. I felt like I was never good enough.
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How to Forgive Yourself and Let Go
Maybe you overslept for one of the biggest job interviews of your life.
Maybe you went back to your toxic ex when you knew they would just hurt you again.
Maybe you snapped at someone because you weren’t in the right frame of mind.
Sometimes mistakes are small. Sometimes mistakes are huge. Sometimes mistakes are micro-decisions that build up and turn into less than ideal outcomes down the road.
The Breakup, the Shakeup, and the Wakeup.
I am alone,
And I am thriving…
I am not merely surviving!
I am thriving!
I am recognizing the pain inside me…
And I am writing…
I am fighting…
I am learning to accept the journeys I embark on, even the journeys I take without much thought or plan.
After all, I’ve always loved to wander, but at the end of every trip, one must always return home.
Here’s to returning home…
Paramore’s New Album Makes Depression Sound Good
After four long years, Paramore is back. The new album After Laughter is a shift from their adored pop-punk sound, but if there’s one thing Paramore excels at, it’s staying on top.
While other early-2000 pop-punk bands have fallen by the wayside, Paramore thrives through tactful reinvention. In their 2013 self-titled album, we began to see a shift in direction toward a more pop sound in hit songs like “Ain’t It Fun” and “Still Into You.”
Now, that change has turned into a revolution in After Laughter which is a fusion of sonic 80s instrumentals (i.e., Talking Heads) with contemporary nuances.
Why I Should Have Never Bought the Cake
I bought the cake anyway.
It started off innocently, as most things do.
After a long day of work, I stopped at the grocery store intending to pick up a few items for dinner.
Harmless things, really: veggies, some pasta, and fruit. What could possibly go wrong?
I Flew to New York City and My Friend GHOSTED Me
About two months ago, I experienced the worst “ghosting” of my life.
Ghosting; you’ve probably heard of it. It’s when someone disappears without bothering to explain why. Poof, gone. Forever. You’ll most likely never hear from them again.
The moment is still fresh in my mind.
I was sitting on the cold floor of the LaGuardia airport, my back rested against the wall.
After three hours of waiting, my butt was sore, and my heart ached with sorrow.
I felt the rush of people flowing past me: families reuniting, people rushing to catch their Uber, security guards monitoring the premises. Everyone had a purpose except me. I was lost.