The beginning of a new year, by definition, brings a lot of new. One of my favorites is a new planner. There’s just something special about putting pen to paper to plan and track your year.
A few weeks ago, I stumbled spectacularly. This was a literal stumble and not a metaphorical one. As is often the case, my head was in one place and my feet were in another. As most successful walkers will tell you, ideally you want your head and feet in the same general vicinity.
Is there anything better than returning to work the day after a long weekend dedicated to the workforce? Yes. There are many (so many) things better than that, but here we are.
The last few years have come with many lessons, and the value of work is a big one. What that “value” is? Well, that is still very much up for debate.
There are few things more inspiring or intimidating than a blank page for a writer. Recently, I’ve found myself on the intimidating side of that spectrum. It’s not due to a shortage of ideas. I have countless drafts and a meandering train of thoughts to back me up on that claim.
The current conversation surrounding the reversal of Roe v. Wade has been on my mind a lot over the past few weeks. I’ve tried to stay clear of political issues on here thus far, but I would argue that a woman’s right to bodily autonomy isn’t something that should be debated or determined by politics. So, excuse me while I dip my toe into these infuriatingly controversial waters.
It was admittedly a low-stakes situation. At worst, I would look like an uncoordinated idiot; at best, I would prove my theory correct.
I like to think that no matter their reasons for jumping, assuming they aren’t fleeing a predator, there is some joy involved. If only because they are blissfully unaware of the excess of opinions on this one part of their existence.
Welcome to the Mondayest of all Mondays — the first Monday of the year. I actually enjoy Mondays, and the first one of the year is no exception. That being said, I fully understand that for many, Mondays are the worst. That makes this first Monday after the holidays, the absolute worst.
In the past, I may not have stated this so proudly or boldly. However, the past 18ish months have offered many lessons, one of those being if it brings you joy and it isn’t hurting anyone, go for it.
opinion. For example, sharing my affinity for Mondays has been greeted with everything from “that’s nice” to name-calling.