Posts in Adulting
The day we marched

On Friday, January 20, I said my goodbyes to my colleagues and clients at the nonprofit I'd worked at for two and a half years.

Since Tuesday (because we were off on Monday), people had been asking me what my last week felt like, and I would say, "Oh, well, it's very sad." And it was. Or, "Oh, I'm excited." And I was.

On my last day in the office, I knelt on the floor at the end of the hall, and spray-glued feminist signage we'd printed on the office printer to posterboard for the Women's March. Three people watched over my shoulder, asking if I'd share my spray-glue. We might have gotten a little high off the aerosol. A few of us, me included, glued our fingers together. At one point, someone blasted BeyoncĂ©'s "Formation."

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Turn the page

Yesterday morning, at around 7:45am, I finished the second draft of hail the pumpkin king -a novel whose first draft I finished almost a year ago today (I wasn't writing Draft 2 that whole time, I swear, just for about 4 months on and off).

This is the first book I've written multiple drafts of while also working full-time. It's also the first book whose first draft I've underwritten. And just when I feel like I'm learning things, I look up the D2 wordcount and there it is: 11,000 words that were not there before.

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More confessions of a yes-woman: take a f***ing vacation

Hi, guys. This will be short, I promise. This past week, a post I wrote for The Yellow Conference went live, and I reread it for the first time since I wrote it back in May. It's about saying no and having the courage to set boundaries for ourselves.

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Why we shovel sand

Here's a fun party story: Over the course of my life, I've written five novels. Despite this, it took me a long time until I found the nerve to start calling myself "a writer." This was largely because for the majority of my writing life, I was unrepresented and unpublished and yaddayaddayadda I overvalued the validation of other people.

Now? I'm not unpublished anymore. But I am still unrepresented.

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Even if He does not

So. This has been a week. Today while I was scrolling through Instagram, I was struck by how my own posts really don't accurately reflect the state of my heart. And all of a sudden, I felt this bizarre and urgent need to ask how everybody's doing. To ask how you're doing.

Or maybe it's not so bizarre. I guess I've been asking that question a lot this week.

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What to do when your seasons change

I just spent an hour staring at my screen, wondering if I could write this post. It's probably not going to be pretty. And believe me, I would love to seem like I have my act together. But, seeing as you guys already know that I'm a mess, there's really no reason to care so much, right? Right.

Three months ago, I wrote this blog post called "This is our midnight." In December, I was tired but optimistic, thinking that at least I couldn't possibly get MORE tired before things had to get better. So I pep-talked myself in a new year's post about weathering storms and preparing to enter a season of action or some such heartwarming bullsh*t.

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This is our midnight

Everyone on the planet has already written their 2015 send-off. I wasn't going to do it. 

In the interest of being real, I'll tell you that I seriously had to fight myself on this post. I've rewritten it a couple of times. Send-offs are so mainstream, GAWD. I didn't really want to be that blogger. But then I remembered that actually, I still say things like, "I'm the type of girl who..." like I'm sure of the type of girl I am, when most days I'm just lucky if I eat breakfast AND get to work on time.

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For the transient hearts

This post started out as an Instagram caption for a photo I took almost three years ago... but I realized when I was on my third paragraph that it probably should just go be a blog entry already.

I took this photo on one of my first days living in the city almost three years ago. It was early, and I was sleep-deprived and cold. And I was falling in love.

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