Hours at my job vary depending on a multitude of circumstances. Some days I can (allegedly) trek home after 9 hours, which is the standard length of a shift for a salaried executive at my workplace. Though, to be honest, I don't think I've worked a 9 hour shift since I started, and the other... Continue Reading →
Yesterday
Yesterday, my alarm went off at 4:30AM. I smashed the snooze button until 4:50, but it was technically my day off, so I wasn't under much pressure to be on time to work. I brewed my coffee into a "Do or do not, there is no try" travel mug emblazoned with Yoda on the side,... Continue Reading →
McFlurry
Little known fact: I am scared of drive-thrus. This is a quirk that stems from my irrational fear of car washes, I think. Or it's born from some other bizarre facet of my psyche. I don't really know, but I have actively avoided drive-thrus since I got my driver's license ten years ago. My new... Continue Reading →
To My Younger Self
Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don't remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate. To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not to... Continue Reading →
Life, Life, Life…
So, in the interest of transparency, I have a lot going on right now. I've accepted a promotion at my day job, which means I am leaving the place I have worked for the last ten years, and taking a new position in a new location with the same company. It's scary, and I'm crazy... Continue Reading →
12 Random Questions
1. If You Had The World’s Attention For 30 Seconds, What Would You Say? REMEMBER TO FLOSS YOUR TEETH EVERYDAY! AND STAY HYDRATED! 2. If You Had To Work But Didn’t Need The Money, What Would You Choose To Do? Any type of writing. Or cuddling kittens. That counts, right? 3. What Is In Your... Continue Reading →
This Child
So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school... based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman's poems have... Continue Reading →
The Choices We Make
I have technically been an adult for 9 years, but in many ways, I feel like I'm not quite there. I sometimes forget that I am the master of my own destiny, the bearer of my own burdens, the navigator on my own stretch of road, and I determine the path, and how to handle... Continue Reading →
Boop
Like all dignified cat owners, I love to give my cat, Reese, little 'boops.' Boops on the nose, boops on the head, etc. However, much like me, Reese also spurns the majority of affectionate gestures, so she typically acts incredibly affronted when I do this to her, and then ignores me for hours afterward. Here... Continue Reading →
