Thirty Two.

I’m not quite sure how long I’ve been writing these now, but it’s been a while. I’ve spent so much time at coffee shops now that it seems if the very fibers of my clothes are infused with the smell of coffee. It’s not a bad thing per say, but it really informs you of … Continue reading Thirty Two.

Thirty One.

2017 sucked. That’s the succinct version of it. Let me be clear, being 30 is actually fantastic. I feel like I actually know who I am, what I want, and where I want to go with my life. The actual year was just a cacophony of complete and total ass. A combination of personal shitstorms … Continue reading Thirty One.


It took me a long time to write this, mostly because I didn’t know what to say. I know that I wanted to write something, but somehow trying to encapsulate 30 years of life seemed daunting and impossible. I took a suggestion and modified it a little; what would my 20 year old self think … Continue reading Thirty.