The pancakes were a moment of pause for me, to make something simple from scratch, expanding my taste buds with new flavors added in, and then wonderfully shared with my roommate and friend, Tess. It was when I sat down to write what made such a pancake possible that I connected the pieces of perspective.
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Messy Thoughts: Sometimes I Give Myself My Own Best Advice
Sometimes you have to romanticize your life, You have to wake up and chase sunrises.
Messy Thoughts: Another attempt at making writing a habit
You don’t just arrive to greatness without the tedious, daily work and the practice of your craft
Snapshot from Myanmar: The little old lady and her bananas
Lately I have been digging into older journals, newsletters, and letters written from my days spent in Myanmar as a Peace Corps Volunteer. The moments caught on the pages bring me back to how it felt to stand on the dirt roads under the harsh sun or the warmth of strangers hands on my arms.Continue reading “Snapshot from Myanmar: The little old lady and her bananas”
Snapshot: A Moment in Myanmar
“We were busting down the highway, 27 people were crammed into the back of the truck. The sides of these trucks are lined with benches and stools fill the middle. It smelled like a hard day of work stench, a general wetness, and like 27 people butt to butt. Four men were on top ofContinue reading “Snapshot: A Moment in Myanmar”
What happened to the Vietnam War Dogs and Veronica the Hedgehog
Nothing I did today was all that remarkable, but I will remark on it nonetheless.
Back to Words
I don’t know if my life is supposed to lead anywhere or I just keep going around the same damn circle, relearning the same damn lessons. It doesn’t really matter. Just figured it might be interesting to write about it along the way.
Sleeping Giant Trail: Why do one trail when you could do both and fall on your ass repeatedly?
And maybe hiking is the carving out of a mentality; that sometimes the adventure is is in the misadventure, the growth is in going the wrong way.
Messy Thoughts: Overthinking, What a Bitch
I think a hell of a lot, in circles, about seemingly nonsense. I get totally stuck in my neuro-pathways to nowhere. I feel like I can take on the world one minute and suffocated by it the next.
Messy Thoughts: I can be both grateful and grey
I feel like a contradiction. They skies are blue and I feel grey inside. The sun shines and I wish it would rain.
Shananigans 