A few weeks ago, I admitted to not being that happy: it was one of those funks that I just couldn't quite shake, even though I knew I wasn't doing everything in my power to be happy. Basically as soon as I hit publish on that post, I realized there...
Comparison is the thief of joy.
It’s one of those things that you know, you KNOW, even though you can’t quite stop comparing yourself to your friends and your neighbors and your co-workers and bloggers and the people you follow on Instagram...
To preface this entire post: the biggest thing I learned at World Domination Summit is that I don't like conferences. I don't like large crowds of people and I don't like schedules. Small talk drains me. I prefer exploring a city on my own, by...
When I was living in Australia, I once took a drive with a friend down the Grand Pacific Drive. Our destination was the journey itself and an oceanside pub, a wide stretch of grass wedged between the winding road and the Pacific.
As we sat...
"Are rich people ever going to grow up to be writers or are all writers like Mr. Rocque with no money? My father is always saying STARVINGARTIST or STARVINGWRITER. Maybe I better reduce." -Harriet the Spy
Lately, I've been pulled in two...