Why I Wish I Got Into More Trouble as a Kid

I think to myself, "Maybe if I'd gotten into more trouble as a kid or was punished for stupid little things... I'd be better about taking feedback?" Grass is always greener on the other side, so I'm unsure but would love to hear other perspectives on the topic. My college roommates swear by being spanked as a kid, and that just blows my mind.

A Woman Named Midnight

It's rare that I wake up in the morning and vividly remember the details of my dream, but today it still lingers, hours later. Maybe it's stress. Maybe it's the gummy I ate last night. I'm a huge nerd when it comes to dream analysis... I guess you could say it's a secret guilty pleasure.

Introducing My “Unfiltered Journal” Series

My hope with this public blog is to reinforce accountability for growth in my life, encouraging me to process my thoughts and feelings in a healthy manner rather than privately shoving them under a rug and burning it sometime in the future.

Why does profanity have to be such a big #$%^ing deal?

After (vaguely) studying several different types of profanity that exist, I believe profanity is EITHER used to put someone down OR not used to put someone down. Regardless of its origin or literal meaning, those are the two high-level intentions I see. Really #$%^ing simple, right? Ultimately I'm imploring a recalibration of our filters so we can react more appropriately to colorful language.

What Quarantine Is Teaching Me About Myself and My Marriage

As the "current situation" rages on, I've had an uncomfortable amount of time to reflect on my life. This abundance of thought leads me to revisit my personal blog for some productive emotional processing. Like any good speech or essay, I've condensed my random musings into three ways I've mentally benefited from this crazy COVID-19 quarantine.

Embracing My Vacation Style

I have a complicated relationship with the concept of "vacation." I never went on many as a kid, and I adopted an overly hard-working lifestyle (read: workaholism) from my parents. Before I even started going to school, my days were filled with puzzles and games. I became addicted to this constant mental stimulation.

Mastering Imperfection Through Stand Up Comedy

There comes a time in every 20-something year old's life where a defining moment slaps them in the face with reality. This realization is different for everyone. For me, it was accepting that I'm actually NOT good at everything. Attempting stand up comedy, albeit in a safe and supportive setting, woke me the fuck up.

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