picture this

My life would be so full of art and romance. Everything would be romantic, and the walks along the beach in those rain boots (because it’s always a chilly fall day - no summer in my perfect scenario, sorry), and a nice warm cardigan would be a must!

what are the chances?

Maybe it was the first brick I had placed on the path I took to today. It was a catalyst for so many subsequent choices I made that, come to think of it, really started with that movie.

wiser by the hour

I don’t put dates in my journal. Everything is one big script in black ink, page after page of neural pathways that run into a dead end and reroute to find another. Days and months spilled into one, so my journal reflects that.

go get that tattoo.

I have a tattoo of a phone number for my grandparents’ house. That was the only number I would’ve picked up and answered growing up. I hated talking on the phone! The number is no longer in use.

between always and never: going back in time

Regrettably, I lived a life full of things I want to change. But it brought me here today. So I learned to let go. But most of all, I learned that nothing compares to grief.