Time & Turning 20

Time is a weird concept.

I come from a family of procrastinators, so I believe my inability to measure or efficiently use time was genetically inherited. I am now twenty, two whole decades old, and the idea of time is still too much to comprehend, much less manage. I told myself when I was younger that I wouldn’t be late to things once I was in charge of myself – of my time and my ability to travel. But here I am, still rushing to apply makeup and scrambling to grab my belongings five minutes after I should’ve left, the same way I have grappled with a deficit of moments to spare since I was sixteen. Or, maybe, that’s just when I became more aware of time, in a larger sense, passing too quickly, out of my control.

Everyone who’s ever spoken to this phenomenon was right; I know I lived every minute until now, but it still feels like time has rushed despite the exquisitely long, horrible and beautiful seconds, minutes, hours, and days. It is easy to quantify, but hard to express and appreciate the depth of what those units of time represented.

So, still, this is how I would quantify and qualify 20 so far:

Taking down posters I put on my ceiling to remind me to keep reaching for my dreams because reaching (writing) is finally changing from raw and formless to meaningful crafting. I am proud of my improved expressions of self and am working to share some of them. 

Learning to recognize myself in different places and with different hairstyles –

Donating my hair three times thus far in my life. 

Working two summers in a library I love, constantly in love and endlessly perplexed at how many books I still need to read.

Learning both sides of the lit mag world: sending the rejections and receiving them.

Disregarding/moving past the rejection because of a confidence I’ve found in myself and my abilities in the last two years of college.

Living with and making good friends.

Keeping important friendships from childhood over distance and allowing others to fade as adulthood takes us in separate directions.

Still appreciating when the first person to wish me happy birthday is a friend from high school that I haven’t really spoken to in those two years.

Being halfway done with college.

Maintaining a 3-year relationship, growing from 16 to 20 with the same person.

I think that’s the key to this next chapter of time in my life; 20 is growing. I’m no longer a teenager, and so I’ve never felt like more of an adult. At the same time, I’ve grown enough to better understand how much more growing I have to do.

I know other birthdays – 18th and 21st – are supposed to be bigger deals, larger markers in time that stand for freedoms and legal rights, buuut, I’m excited, in this moment, to be 20. The number feels round on my tongue, full in a way that to me signifies a time full of both finding (working for) stability and opportunity.

Spring Break 2017 in San Diego

It was about eight weeks ago, but I’m still not over my most recent cross-country trip! For spring break, I flew with my roommate, Lindsay, to her home in San Diego. I had such a great time and took way too many pictures, so I thought I would share a travel log of our daily adventures in SoCal with some of my photos.

day 1

Day 1 – We had an evening flight into San Diego, so our first full day started after we caught up on our sleep. The first thing we did Friday morning (St. Patrick’s Day) was get our nails done. Then, Lindsay and I followed her dad to their weekend house in Palm Springs. I spent about three hours in the car jamming with her and taking in the desert and mountains. The views everywhere of dusty expanses rising to green mountains were unreal; I felt like I was in a movie. I couldn’t stop snapping pictures out of the car window.

Day 2 – After meeting more of Lindsay’s family in Palm Springs Friday afternoon, we made plans to go to College of the Desert Saturday. Basically, there is a really cool flea market held on College of the Desert’s campus. Lindsay and I scored some cute stuff, including intricate silver friendship bracelets.

day 3

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Day 3 – Sunday was a kind of lazy day. Lindsay’s parents treated us to an excellent brunch by the pool. We spent most of the day floating in the water or soaking in sun rays from chairs on the patio. The views continued to be amazing; you can see Big Bear from their yard.

day 4

Day 4 – Lindsay took me shopping at the outlets in Cabazon. There were so many stores; we were there a few hours and only made it through one section of them. Afterwards, I had In-N-Out for the first time – it is so good! And God bless California for being so conscious of different diets – I didn’t have to worry about feeling weird for asking for no bun, it’s an option on their menu. Before we headed home, she drove me through Palm Springs and we walked through a few smaller boutiques and, as you can see, took photos in front of the Palm Springs sign.

day 5

Day 5 –  Tuesday, we drove back to SD, on winding roads cut through mountains. Before we made it out of the desert, we stopped to see these touristy dinosaurs; I’m not really sure what their purpose is? Anyway, as we drove, I was busy taking pictures again when I was supposed to be in control of our music. I was fascinated when we drove past a California dairy farm; it was so weird to see cows on such flatland and without weather-paint-peeled, red barns for shelter.

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Day 6 – Wednesday was another very chill day. Lindsay got her hair done, I feverishly wrote an essay I’d been working on, and then we found another place for photo ops. I look dorkishly happy, and that is mostly because of sunshine.

Day 7  – Lindsay took me to Pacific beach, then Coronado, and then we went to Balboa Park. Thursday was packed with so much summer beauty, I can’t believe people get to live with such rich flower and water scenery all year round.

Day 8 – We were so active! We went hiking to Razor Point, which is the only mountain hiking I’ve done in the US (the only other mountain I’ve hiked was in Germany) and the view was more than worth it. Next, we trekked the stone sidewalks in windy, hilly, La Jolla so that I could see a beach with actual seals! They were so unbothered by all the people taking their photos, and I swear some of them were posing. La Jolla’s ocean side cliffs were my favorite sight of the trip. The flowers on the path were so vibrant, wrapping around the white fencing that served as a guard rail on the path. They beautifully fringed the bottom of my pictures of steady teal waves washing into the arc of sand and stone. There were benches along the path, and I could easily imagine myself coming to sit there and stare at the water on a regular basis. 

Day 9 – On our last full day in California, Lindsay’s parents took us to the San Diego Zoo’s Safari Park. It was probably the best zoo experience I’ve ever had. We took a bus ride through the sanctuary part, and it was so cool to see all the animals with a lot of space, just kind of relaxing in their groups. I also got to see that little three banded armadillo, Tattoo, up close, and he was super cute. 

Oh, and that evening, our last in SD, we went to a ship launch. Talk about cool, probably once-in-a-lifetime, experiences. We got to sit on the platform even, and listen to the company’s president and a local representative speak, and have the Marine Corp band right behind us. There were also killer cupcakes to eat and fireworks after the ship was in the water.

All in all, spring break in San Diego was a lot of fun. I want to thank Lindsay and her parents for letting me stay with them and showing me all these cool, beautiful, warm, west-coast things I had never gotten to experience before. I think I kind of fell in love with Southern California, and it will definitely not be my last trip there.

 

College is a Time to Treat Yourself

I know the timing of this is a little ironic as it’s finals time – a period notorious for being difficult to get ourselves through in one piece. Regardless, I’ve been reflecting on how well I’ve taken care of myself during the last two years of college, and how good I feel right now, about myself and my life.

We all know college is supposed to be when we take responsibility for ourselves as adults, but I think it should go further than that. I think it’s the best time to start treating ourselves well. We need to treat our minds and bodies the way they deserve to be treated because it sets the stage for the rest of our adult lives. It’s like that famous Tolle quote, “If not now, when?” I think that if we don’t treat ourselves well now, we probably never will, or, at the very least, it will be even harder to do so down the road.

I didn’t come to this conclusion on purpose. I realized that in the last two years that I’ve been responsible for myself, I’ve naturally been drawn to doing the things that I want to do. I’ve done a lot of stupid things like stay up late for no reason when I have class the next morning that I’ve realized aren’t good for me. On the flip-side, I’ve also done some really healthy stuff for myself purely because it made me feel better, be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. 

Here are 4 really simple ways to treat yourself (or continue to treat yourself) right next semester:

#1 – Exercise

You’re thinking, “Duh,” right? I get it, everyone knows that to be healthy you should be physically active. But I want you to start reading this by feeling positive instead of negative; think of all the places you walk! A lot of time in college is spent walking through campus to class, or if you’re on an urban campus like mine, walking through the city. We are definitely getting our steps in.

To take exercise further, and remain positive, don’t think about hitting your campus or apartment building’s gym as a chore to attempt to lose weight. Think of it as a way to relieve stress and anxiety. Last year, I got into a routine of doing maybe 15 to 20 minutes of cardio every morning – just enough to get my heart elevated before I started my day. My anxiety was so bad freshmen year, and it was one of the major things that helped. I also started attending yoga at the dorm building across the street from mine once a week. This year, I was lucky enough to even be able to sign up for an actual credited yoga class. You may not have that option, but look up free yoga or gyms to hit up a few times a week! Make your only goal to spend some time releasing your endorphins, raising your heart rate, and clearing your mind. You deserve that.

#2 – Eat Well

If we’re going to talk exercise, we have to talk diet, right? Like I said, as college students, we all depend a little too much on eating out and microwaveable food sometimes. I’m 100% guilty of attempting to survive off of (gluten-free) chicken nuggets. But the cool thing about buying your own groceries is that they can be as healthy as you want them to be. For example, I like making chicken nugget salads and throwing together my own chicken noodle soup with organic broth and veggies. My roommate and I alternate who’s going to buy fruit bowls for us to share for the next week. Once in a while, we grab salads from Panera. The point is, it’s worth it to buy fruits and veggies instead of tons of sugary or salty snack food, even if it costs a little more (I personally don’t think there’s much difference $ wise). Plus, there are plenty of ways to find those kinds of snacks that taste bad for you, but really aren’t – and I would know, as I don’t eat gluten or much dairy. If you also have a food allergy or intolerance, college is cool because there is a very good chance your new friends will be supportive and willing to educate themselves on what you can and can’t eat. I know I used to be shy about telling people because it can be a hassle, but college has completely changed my attitude about it. And let’s face it, it is so much easier to be straightforward about allergies/intolerances than to have to explain why you’re having a bad reaction later. So again, eat what makes you feel good – it will literally make everything better.

#3 – Do What You Want

Speaking of prioritizing my diet, I’ve also begun prioritizing my time. As I’m sure pretty much every college kid has realized, thanks to tweets/tumblr posts of it going around, you don’t have to be friends with/hangout with people just because you see them five days a week anymore. In college, you’re lucky to see your roommate five days a week, between class and work schedules, not to mention other friends and significant others. The point is, you can opt to spend your time doing whatever you want with whomever you want. Personally, I would much rather stay in and try to get to some homework done while watching Netflix with my roommate two out of three nights in a weekend (weekends start on Thursday in college), than continuously going out with people I don’t know as well and procrastinating. That’s a choice; a lot of people would rather go out. The point is, you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone either way. You don’t have to apologize for your choices, whether they’re social or antisocial. Distress when you feel like you need to, and get your work done when you feel you need to. Basically, you do you.

#4 – Wear What You Want

Another obvious one? Yes, but I’m kind of fascinated by how great I feel some days when I spend a little more time on my appearance. Maybe it’s just that everything was so casual at my high school and I now go to an art school, but I’ve stopped wearing sweatshirts four days a week. Which is good – I have a ridiculous amount of other clothing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you had the same habit I did before college where you saved all your favorite clothes for a “nice” occasion, stop. Wear clothes that make you feel good every day. Even if you have a 9 am, and you’re set on wearing leggings, wear your “good” ones. Clothes can eventually be replaced, but you can’t go back and change how a bad first impression or a negative/insecure attitude you had after telling yourself you “should” just wear those old pants and shirt because who cares? Do yourself a favor and be the one who cares.

#5 – Anything Else That Makes You Feel Good

Do you enjoy writing or journaling? Cleaning when your roommates are gone (any other Monicas out there?)? Watching Shameless after a day of three classes? Go for it. I know we’re all busy, but we are also probably more in control of our schedules now than we’re ever going to be, so do what you need to do for yourself to have a good day, week, or semester.

I know that none of us have a lot of time or money to waste, but don’t think of treating yourself well as a waste, or as something you have to spend a lot to do. You deserve it, and you can show yourself love in all the little ways that I just talked about.

First Trip of 2017 – Excerpt of “Distant Stars”

Last semester, I took a course here at Columbia (with author Patty McNair) called Travel Narratives. It combined my love for the essay with travel. It was challenging, but it resulted in my best work yet. But that’s not what I’m sharing here – I just wanted to give a backstory for why it’s important to me to write about my first trip of 2017.

Now, it’s hard to be in an unfamiliar place and not observe its details, especially in relation to any of the underlying emotional introspections. Fortunately I had an essay due the Monday after my trip for the advanced nonfiction workshop that I am currently taking (with the lovely Jenny Boully). The parameters of the assignment allowed me to frame my thoughts on the trip by using a beautiful flash nonfiction piece by Roxane Gay, called “There Are Distances Between Us”  as we had to choose fragments from other people’s writing to sample with our own; the italics below are from her piece.

The first place I got to travel in 2017 was from Chicago (O’hare) to Ironwood and then up to Houghton, to visit my boyfriend at Michigan Tech during their annual Winter Carnival weekend. I am still working to rewrite this short piece, but I wanted to share an excerpt of it:

We are red stars on maps protected beneath hard plastic in highway rest areas tired travelers touch to make sense of where they are. I have counted the miles, yards, feet, and inches between us. There are too many.

I woke up at 3 am to catch a flight that would cross the 414 miles between us. My red star is Chicago, yours is Houghton, Michigan, but I was flying to Ironwood. A compromise on your part; I was able to spend less money, but you had to drive two and a half hours. It was a win-win for me; I had two and a half hours of sitting in my favorite spot, the passenger seat of your truck. Running on just three hours of sleep, I curled my hair and finished assembling my suitcase as quietly as possible so I wouldn’t wake up my roommate.

At 4:45, I pushed my purple luggage across the maroon marble swirls of my building’s lobby floor and waited anxiously for my shuttle. It was a quiet ride, as I was the only passenger my shuttle driver had to pick up, save for the brief small talk he initiated. He asked where I was going, if I had been before, what the weather was like. The questions flowed into a summary of my travel that felt more like a glimpse into our relationship, but without any hint of the struggle that came with distance: I was going to Michigan Tech, where my boyfriend goes to school, for their annual Winter Carnival. It was my third time going, and we always looked at the giant, elaborate ice sculptures and watched Tech’s hockey team play (win). I guessed there were two feet of snow on the ground. This struck him and lead directly to the question of whether there would be hot chocolate. Yes, there would probably be hot chocolate, I answered, realizing his mind had gone to warmth while I already knew that despite freezing temperatures, I’d probably never be out of arm’s reach from my tall, flannel-clad, and dimpled surveying major.

We made it to O’hare by 5:30, so I bought an iced green tea from Starbucks and waited next to a woman, in her fifties or sixties, reading. Our airline, Air Choice One, was the smallest in the airport, shunted against a wall in Terminal 3. The check-in desk didn’t open until 6 am, so we waited. After 6 o’clock had come and gone and still no one was standing there, our conversation started as we fretted over having time to get through security for our 7:50 departure. After three or four rounds of back and forth “Yeah, they should be here, I’m getting nervous,” I finally went up and rang the bell. The same short, dark-haired young woman who had checked me in and lead me out to the 9-passenger Cessna last year appeared from a back room. I asked about their opening time as I handed her my license, and she briskly responded that yes, they did open at 6, and all people need to do is ring the bell. I said no more, but the older woman had followed me and expressed our shared frustration more bluntly.

We separated after security, but I found her again at our gate. That was when we exchanged travel details and I learned she was some kind of teacher who travels to evaluate students. After I gave her the same spiel I gave to my shuttle driver, her response was much different: “Your boyfriend is really lucky.” I blushed, knowing that if I weren’t just as lucky, I wouldn’t have been sitting next to her.

Around 7:30, we walked onto the tarmac to board the tiny plane that would take me to you. I was on my way to my best friend, but just for three days. A grand gesture that had simply turned into necessity. It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last. I often tell myself that we only have two more years of this, that we’re halfway done, and it almost makes it feel better. But even if your daily absence feels like exasperatedly reaching for something my fingers just can’t grasp, it’s also a feeling I’m used to, a feeling I know I can handle. A pain I decided a long time ago was worth it.


Thank you for reading! As I said, this is still a work in progress; there are about six more pages and “Distant Stars” has been the working title. Once it’s further along, or perhaps finds a home in a lit mag, I’ll share the rest!

2017 Writing Resolutions

I know I’m a month late – this has been a work in progress for the last month that just kept getting pushed down my to-do list as I had to move back to school and the semester began. But I’m getting to it now, and in the spirit of getting stuff done this year, I’m celebrating the first day of February by finally sharing my writing resolutions for 2017.

1 – Post at least two blogs posts a month

I just made it for January with my welcome post and a little Monday / late flashback Friday action. But this is a goal that I want to hold myself to to keep my website as current and relevant as possible. I’ve been an Odyssey creator before, writing an article a week, and that seemed like a bit much on top of two other (paying) jobs and a full course load. This is a goal that I know is more realistic, and the wording – at least – gives me room to surpass it if I’m feeling especially inspired.

2 – Publish at least two pieces

I’m happy to say that I have two submissions already sent out! I’m keeping the details to myself until I hear back. I’m just super excited right now that I have multiple pieces I feel confident enough in to send out. Submitting felt overwhelming last year, but man do a few workshops make all the difference! That’s the part that I love about my school, Columbia; I have seen myself grow tremendously as a writer in my personal essays. Enough that I’m ready to share some, so fingers crossed.

3 – Read at least 10 books

This is crucial as a writer, and I know that, especially as a student, I have neglected reading unless it was for classes in the last year or so, at least during the semester. Winter and summer break are a great time to catch up, and summer is probably when the majority of my reading will happen. Just from winter break, I’ve got two books under my belt already for 2017. Because I never got around to reading it in high school, I read The Great Gatsby. Then, because I have an undying love for relevant, good YA fiction, I read Asking For It by Louise O’Neill – heartbreaking, but important. Eight books – hopefully great reads- to go.

4 – Keep this site and all social media as up-to-date as possible

I vow to set many reminders on my phone and spend at least two late nights going semi-blind starting at my laptop – if need be. But look at me right now, getting this ready at a decent hour, not going blind, but relaxed from my yoga class. I’ve got confidence in my ability to keep this site up to date, but I’m really going to have to focus on the social media stuff. I was struggling to share my first post from my new Facebook page earlier, so I’ve got some things to figure out about maintaining an entire page on my own. I’ll get there, and from there, to more sites, like my poor, bare Tumblr.

5 – Establish a routine!

This is so essential, to every writer, and I need to get serious about mine. I write a lot – but it’s pretty random depending on my time. To accomplish most, if not all, of my other resolutions, I need to prioritize what’s important and set aside time. This is a simple statement, a common bit of advice for those of us who struggle with time management, but it’s easier said than done. Regardless, it’s time to get it done.

Here’s to a great 2017, for writing and everything else.

Photo credit: blogs.constantcontact.com

Politics; My Thoughts Then and Now

From November 13th, my political response:

I want to understand. I want to believe, to rationalize that this horrible presidential win isn’t out of hatred, though that is exactly what it symbolizes to over half of this country. I want to have empathy in my heart, to think those who voted for this man did so because they believed it was the right thing to do, because they are sick of corrupt politicians and our terrible financial state, and they want change. They want better. I can see where they’re coming from; the middle class, even more so rural America, has been ignored for a long while now.

I have seen that firsthand, but I still can’t say that I believe this choice was for the best. I can’t say that it still wasn’t made out of ignorance or privilege, at least in large part. I’m sorry if that offends some, but I have to acknowledge that it was a privilege to be able to vote without concern for your fundamental rights as a human being, given the platform that our soon to be president has created for himself. Because there are those who can’t say the same.

That is why people are angry, walking the streets in protest. That is why people are heartbroken, crying tears of genuine loss. That is why people are worried about the future, about the next four years. No one is whining or being dramatic. It would do a lot of people good to realize that just because someone feels something more deeply than you does not make their feelings invalid; it simply means you are different, that you come from different experiences. Again, if you can shrug your shoulders, and know that your future wasn’t going to change either way, good for you. Not everyone has that in this country, because this country isn’t as shiny and wonderful for some as it is for others.

Now, I’m not pointing this out to assign blame or spread anymore hate. I’m so done with the verbal attacks on social media. There are people I love, and will continue to love, on both sides. But I can’t ignore the profound sadness around me. It is why I feel it is genuinely important to acknowledge that America is not the same place for all of its inhabitants. And this fact needs to be seen for the universal truth that it is. It needs to be the starting point for growth.

I’ve come to learn personally that your relationship with the place you call home is deeply personal and often complicated. But it is that: a relationship. And as any other relationship, it is specific to those (people or places) it is between. And after this election, there are those willing to give up that relationship, and that is their prerogative. They are entitled to do what is best for them without criticism. But there are also those ready to work through this upsetting and confusing event. I think that just as those in the winning party are ready to move forward, so are those on the losing side. It just looks different because people are in vastly different states of mind. Some are protesting, some are celebrating, but all are looking to the future.

What we all need to realize is that in order to actually get past this, we have to effectively communicate. There has to be more understanding. Just as I said that I get where a lot of Trump voters were coming from, those very same people on the winning side have to be willing to understand why others are upset, and it does stem from the idea of privilege that I’m not sure everyone is aware of. Our future president spoke against many minority groups on his trail to the White House, and they have every right to be concerned about the continuation of words or actions against them. They need support rather than opposition. However, like I said, there is humanity on both sides; making the generalization that everyone who voted for Trump is racist or misogynist is fighting hate with hate, which is useless. We can’t continue these echo chambers of divisive political rhetoric that went on throughout the whole campaign period. I think that all we can do now is hope, and act, for the best. Together.

We have to stand up for what we believe in, but we also have to spread empathy instead of believing that we’re all against each other. As President Obama said, we are all on the same team; “We all want what’s best for this country.. We all go forward, with the presumption of good faith in our fellow citizens. Because that presumption of good faith is essential to a vibrant and functional democracy.”

I want to continue this presumption of good faith because without it, things look bleak. And not just from things our future president may or may not do, but more from what we will do to each other.

Now:

I stand behind my original thoughts; I still want to see people coming together, regardless of party affiliations or views on controversial topics, to have actual conversations instead of comment wars. I still want to hope for the future and celebrate any and all good that occurs in the world right now despite negativity.

However, the idea of privilege that I emphasized in my original post is still very relevant. And yes, I do know that there are rights I’m privileged to have. I know that personally, I haven’t ever truly felt victimized for the color of my skin, or even my gender (aside from cat-calling), and that I have many opportunities in this country (and hopefully will continue to have them). But it is not the same for everyone. I don’t know how to get people to understand this, and I feel like this a frustration shared by many right now. Obama spoke very eloquently to this point, quoting To Kill A Mockingbird, in his farewell speech, about how we need to look at things from other people’s perspectives.

The trouble lies in the fact that things are still so divided that many either didn’t watch or listen, because they “can’t stand him” or if they did, they wrote off some of his good, humanitarian messages because they dislike him or his party. As I stated in my response, this idea of writing off things or people on the basis of generalities is useless. I’m really beginning to hate sentences that have the words “liberals” or “conservatives” in them because they’re all used as dirty words. They’re just that, words – labels for political ideologies. These labels alone don’t make someone stupid or wrong – they mean you have different opinions. That’s the intent, anyway. And some people are doing it right; I’ve seen, and cling to, some really beautiful examples of people from different sides and backgrounds extending understanding to others, of compromising for the good of people instead of the power to be right.

Still, I have to admit that thinking about our political state makes me feel sick to my stomach. It’s not just actions that have been taken in the last week – and that’s a long discussion in itself – it’s still the way many people are treating each other. Logging into social media makes me anxious now, not only because I don’t know what news I’ll see, but more because of who may or not be arguing over their views.

Frankly, I’m on the side that is disgusted with certain actions and sincerely scared for the future. And I applaud those standing up for what they believe in, be it peaceful protests or reaching out to their local representatives. If ever there was a time for everyone to at least look into how to do that, I would say it’s now. I’m not really much of an activist, if I’m being honest, but I’m also at the point where I want to learn as much as I can about how to use the rights I’m privileged to have, and how to defend those that I, or others, may not have.

I guess my hope is basically the same as before; I want to live in a world where people are good to other people. I still strongly hope for people of any background or political party to demonstrate humanity to others, especially those who are different. Sadly, I also have to acknowledge that it doesn’t feel like we’re in any better place than we were a couple months ago, no thanks to our new leader. If anything, it feels worse.

Much like before, I’m still trying to understand. Except this time, I’m not focused on how we got here, only how I can best use my own positive energy going forward. I want to urge anyone who read this far to do the same. Remember to think beyond yourself for the betterment of people in this country as a whole (and a lot of those people some may still think are “whining” are doing just that, not whining).  

Sorry for the length, I’m still experimenting with how I want to connect old and new thoughts, but thanks so much for the read!

Image source: Psychology Today

Welcome!

Thank you for checking out my site! I’ll try to keep my intro short and sweet. I previously blogged on purpleoptimism.wordpress (which is coming down soon). I wanted to restart with a more consistent, professional-looking site to continue blogging and also display some of my other writing projects.

A little bit about me:

I am an undergrad at Columbia College, majoring in nonfiction and minoring in professional writing. Being a nonfiction major basically means that I like writing about myself a lot and that I think I’m funny – I promise I am sometimes. More than that, though, it really means that like any writer, and especially a nonfiction writer, I write about the world around me to make sense of it.

My posts won’t all be serious, nor will they all be silly – I’m hoping to find a good balance as I share things that are relevant to my daily life in hopes of connecting with those to whom they’re also relevant. Additionally, I will use old material to polish up and post as a once-a-month #flashbackfriday – hey, the trend works for pictures, why not words?

Aside from blogging, the other projects that I mentioned will most likely take the form of personal essays. To those that don’t know, that is what nonfiction majors spend hours and hours in writing workshops to create. I have a passion for this craft that delicately combines the internal and external, the showing and telling, of personal experience. Hopefully I can share some of the knowledge I’ve gained from some wonderful authors who have happened to moonlight as my teachers.

Thank you again for clicking, and thank you even more for reading, I truly appreciate it. Stay tuned!