Fuzzy socks are exponentially softer when it’s snowing outside. Hot chocolate/coffee/tea is like liquid love when it hits your lips on a crisp, cool morning. There is nothing cozier than your favorite blanket after a hectic day.
It’s the Fourth of July. A day where, in the U.S.. we celebrate our independence. I’ve written and rewritten these thoughts countless times. The Supreme Court’s decision regarding Roe v. Wade has been coloring my view; frankly, I’ve been struggling to find a reason to celebrate the United States today (or any day). I’m not ready to break out the sparklers, but here is where I’m at.
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.
Welcome to the darkest day of winter. Not literally, that was back in December for those of us in the northern hemisphere. Today is more of a darkness for the soul. A day so deep in despair that we turn to a man who claims to communicate with an immortal rodent who has a side-hustle in meteorology.
For the northern hemisphere, we’re smack dab in the middle of the winter blues. No matter what hemisphere you’re in, we’re approaching the two-year mark of a global pandemic. And if you don’t have emotional whiplash from the never-ending stream of instructions to “stay home,” but also “get back out there and support x, y, and z,” please share your secret sorcery with me.
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.