It’s graduation season, and while that mostly makes me feel old (it’s been 10 years since I graduated from high school!), it also reminds me of just how much I didn’t know when I was 17, and how much I still have to learn.
I’ve wanted to write this post for a long time, but I’ve struggled with it. Perhaps that’s because I’m one of those people to whom this is addressed; I’ve had to work long and hard at valuing myself for more than just my capabilities, and I’ve often found myself surrounded by people who have only valued me for them.
Last month, I visited my best friend in New York City.
NYC is one of those places that simultaneously overwhelms and invigorates me.
I suppose to start off, an introduction would be helpful . . .
OK Internet, I’m going to get on my soapbox.
Today I received something in the mail from PETA. I’m not sure how they got my address, as I’ve never made a donation, attended an event, followed them on social media, etc.
You probably don’t know this, but I’m a secret cheerleader.
No, I don’t mean that I own pom-poms or can whip out a back handspring on command.
As someone who admittedly Instagrams everything, it may come as a surprise that I used…
I wrote this blog from my New York City hotel room, where I spent Valentine’s Day weekend . . . and Valentine’s Day . . . alone.