• The Other Side of 180 and 95,000

    Ever since I started this writing journey, I’ve become obsessed with numbers. How many words per day? Pages? Chapters? Words per chapters? Age I should be when publishing a book? It’s an endless cycle of attempting to compare myself to the norm and feel comfortable. Sure, I should know the suggested word count of my genre and targeted demographic, but that doesn’t mean I have to fastidiously fit into those parameters. 25 isn’t the magic age for being “successful”. And a chapter needs to be long enough to achieve it’s goal. Despite constantly ignoring numbers and suffocating their importance, I find myself in a place I never though I’d reach.…

  • Busy vs. Productive

    **Disclaimer** The woman pictured above is not me, but some amazing human who was biking her tiny, pampered dog around in a basket. This post is brought to you by severe plaque psoriasis. Seriously. If I hadn’t thought about how clear my psoriasis has gotten in the last few weeks, Stephen would’ve never said something that sparked this post. So thank my skin condition and husband for this one. In the last few weeks, it’s cleared up considerably. I’m at the peak of my medication, but even that shouldn’t make it as clear as it is now. When I said as much to Stephen, he replied, “You’re in a better…

  • The Demon of Comparison

    Today I want to talk about a particular demon of mine: comparison. It hitcehs a ride at the most random moments. It showed up in middle school a few times during the budding years of popularity contests and the need to impress boys. It went mute during most of high school because I was too busy with marching band, photography, theatre, and friends. Comparison was still with me. He was just taking a backseat nap. He reared his ugly, pimple-coated head about… four weeks ago. Diving back into writing, exercising, theatre, and a million other activities has been healthy for me, but it’s encouraged my negative demon to vault over…

  • Negativity and the Power of No

    I spent a lot of my time thinking about stress this week thanks to the fact that I’ve been stressed. And then I started stressing about the fact that I was stressed and that stressed me out even more.  So now my stress had stress which made it like some giant ball of oozing stress and fear and doubt and panic and worry and… It exploded in a shiny display of tears, ice cream, and too much Netflix. But now that I’m done with my stress-a-palooza, I’m reflecting on what makes me stressed so that I can prevent it in the future. What makes me fear taking another step? And…

  • Living Well

    About three years ago, I was preparing for a wedding, struggling with losing my job due to budget cuts, and attempting to figure out what to do with myself.  Looking back, I see that I turned to food and laziness as a way to cope with what had been happening to me. It wasn’t good and I topped out my weight at 222 lbs. I was  stuck in a hole of bad habits, unhealthy living, and pure laziness. In 2014 I took a hike with friends to Panther Town Valley. We got lost –twice– looking for a waterfall that we never did find. In an effort to find it, one…

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