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,…

Adventure Awaits

How is it possible that leaving the place I live makes me feel more at home? The movement of travel stirs up a mixture of emotions – excitement, anticipation, wonder…and a pinch of anxiety. This cocktail is best sipped when a ticket has been purchased and the promise of adventure awaits. Somehow, even with all…

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…

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…

Escape Artist

I’ve discovered something new about myself. I’m an escape artist. A professional at getting out of things. I get the most done when I’m avoiding what I need to do. I call it productive procrastination. My apartment gets cleaned, my emails get answered, my errands get run, all those mundane tasks are suddenly incredibly appealing….

Unpacking Europe

Last fall my roommate, Adrienne, and I decided {on a bit of a whim} to go to Europe for New Years. It’s been seven months since that adventure. Seven months! It’s crazy how quickly time flies. Finally I’ve sat down and devoted time to combing through my photos and re-reading my journal entries. I think a travel recap…