I decided for the week of Thanksgiving that I would keep a Gratitude Journal and jot down a couple things each day that I was grateful for. There has been a bit of research done on keeping a Gratitude Journal, and those who kept a journal were found to sleep better, have a clearer headspace,…… Continue reading Gratitude Journal
In my newest search to find my joy, I’ve discovered letters. I mean the real kind that need stamps and go through snail mail to get to you. It all started with a letter from my friend, Jacqueline. She wrote me a beautiful 3 page letter, telling me about her life and asking me about…… Continue reading Letters to Jacqueline
Who knew such a little thing could set me off? It was a piece of yellow construction paper with the words “Choose Joy” scrawled across it in blue crayon, pinned up in one of the offices. I was sitting in an armchair, staring at the offending paper, contemplating the existence and futility of mankind, when…… Continue reading Choosing Joy?
If you didn’t already know, I’ve been struggling this summer. I’ve gotten easily frustrated and fed up with processes that work too slow, and wind up feeling defeated and deflated. Here’s an excerpt from something I jotted down while in a serious decline: “What am I doing? I feel like I ask myself this question…… Continue reading Happiness vs. Joy
The same way an ink spill pools over everything it touches, hair dying does the same. I came to camp this summer sporting beautiful locks of bubble gum pink hair. Halfway through training week, I was approached by not one, not two, not three, but nine people who wanted me to help them dye their…… Continue reading Calling All Mermaids and Camp Counselors!
Who knew that the month of your wedding would be so stressful, eh? I mean, I had figured it would be, but had kind of hoped I would have some time here and there to do some writing. Unfortunately for my blog, the little pieces of time from “here and there” ended up being spent…… Continue reading Aaaaaaaaand She’s Back!
There’s something burning in me. Something burning wanting to burst forth and incinerate the whole world. I’ve been trying to put my finger on it for so long and I still don’t quite understand it. I don’t really like fire. Mostly because of the damage it does when it touches the skin. I’ve seen what…… Continue reading Stream of Consciousness