I went to a writing workshop in late February and it really fucked with my idea of being a writer. Not only was it just…weird, but also, I had spent so long telling myself that I’d be happy around other writers, writing, and when I finally got there (or so, that’s where I thought this conference was), I was emphatically wrong. I cried in the parking lot and left the
I’ve been in this weird in-between state lately where I just don’t have things figured out. A lot has changed—is changing, is going to change—and I simply don’t know what to think of any of it. It’s frustrating, to say the least, and it makes it really difficult to write (note: what is “it” here, I’m not even sure), if only because I just cannot make myself decide on any
I went up to the rooftop of my apartment building to drink a beer, smoke a cigarillo, and think about life while the sun set tonight. Taking time to sort out your own thoughts and to ultimately get to know yourself is important. It was a good decision and reminded me of who I want to be. My senior quote in high school was as follows: “One day I will find
No matter how capable and prepared you may be, transitioning into the next stage of your life can be tough. Personally, I’ve been trying to groove my way into adulthood as seamlessly as possible for some time now, but still face moments where life just seems terribly daunting. Additionally, I’ve probably faced enough anxiety in my life to fill a trilogy of sad movies (granted, I’m talking about movies that