What If…

What if. Two words that carry a lot of weight. What if I take this new job – with the big title and the bigger responsibilities – and I fail? What if I fully devote myself to writing and creativity and people don’t want to hear the stories I have to tell? What if I,…

Dreams Deferred

I want to live in Europe. Western Europe. Okay, London, to be exact, but let it be known I’d also not turn down Spain, Ireland, Belgium and really anywhere else in the U.K. Writing those words feels vulnerable. In fact, I’ve been trying to avoid doing so. There’s something about writing down this aspiration that…

The Year of Walls and a Roof

I love beginnings. The blank page, the clean slate, the plans not yet laid – the anticipation of new. But in order to have a fresh beginning there must be an ending. At the end of December I began to take stock of 2018, and initially felt like it was a failure. In January I’d written…

“For When I Leave WS”

What would you do if money wasn’t an object? If judgement didn’t exist? If the perfect opportunity presented itself? What dreams would you pursue? What fears would you break free of? What risks would you take? I wrote the piece below before my current job became a reality, leaving room for certain details to be…

Happy Three Years, Chicago

I’m a pretty sentimental person. If there’s a major milestone, I think it needs marking. Well, I’m ashamed to say, I missed my Chicagoversary this year. Three years ago on a warm July day I packed up and moved from my hometown of Bentonville, Arkansas to the big city. As if watching my dad navigate…

Crutches

My surgeon looked at me and evenly stated, “You need to stop using the crutches or they’re going to become just that – a crutch in your recovery process.” If you go to dictionary.com and type in the word “crutch” the first definition reads: “a staff or support to assist a lame or infirm person…

Growing Up Different

She held her white, sun kissed arm next to mine. “Look, I’m almost as dark as Kiara.” A pained grin crept across my face. “Sure you are. One day. Ha ha.” Growing up in a predominately white community in Northwest Arkansas, I attended a high school of almost 4,000 students. Approximately 30 of us were…

Paralyzed

Fear has always been a significant part of this blog – identifying fear, getting to the root of fear and tackling fear head on. This whole space was created as a result of my fear and my desire to overcome it. But during the past year that fear reared it’s ugly head and somehow, before I…

The Real Million-Dollar Question

“What do you want to be when you grow up? What kind of work do you wanna do? So what’s the post-grad plan?” No matter how people have put it, I’ve always struggled to answer this million-dollar question. The inquiries haven’t stopped as I’ve gotten older either. Instead they’ve simply been rephrased. “Do you think you’ll stay with your…

The 8 Friends You’ll Have in Your 20s

Today is a bit of a Throwback Thursday post. The past week has been crazy, but it’s been my goal to prevent Full & Fearless from going by the wayside when things pick up. With no time to write, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to reach into the vault and dust off some buried treasures….