#tbt, a little early

I cannot believe it’s been a year. I cannot believe how much has changed in that year. 365 days ago, I walked away from a steady paycheck, health insurance and a chance to go to the Derby for free every year (ha), because none of those things were worth me staying in a job IContinue reading “#tbt, a little early”

One Hundred and Eighty

A week from today marks three months since I quit my job and everything changed. Before June 1, 2015..I couldn’t tell you the last time I was legitimately, not-faking-it, seriously happy. I mean, y’all know. You’ve read this blog. How many times have I talked about my depression and anxiety and the toll it wasContinue reading “One Hundred and Eighty”

On hold.

That’s what I feel like my life’s kind of been like for a while now. Yeah, I’m moving forward-ish. Buying a condo was going in the right direction. But other than that? I felt like I was treading water. I was doing stuff, for sure, but wasn’t going anywhere. And in keeping with this waterContinue reading “On hold.”

I take this job very seriously

My little sister is getting married in August – more on that another time – and as her bridesmaids, me and the baby sister and the bffs all got assignments for the day of the event in the cards asking us to be a part of their day. Mine, obvs, is to be in chargeContinue reading “I take this job very seriously”

They liked me, they really liked me

One of the great things about being a journalist is getting to meet people. And they always like you. The following was said to me once by a former county official at a past job when I showed up at an 8 a.m. meeting (but the paper’s offices didn’t open until 9): “We thought we’dContinue reading “They liked me, they really liked me”

Yet another missed calling, perhaps, except for the screaming thing

If I wasn’t a writer, or a Broadway star or Justin Timberlake’s girlfriend I’d totally be a preschool teacher. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty awesome with kids. They love me. Seriously. I’m fun. They can sense it. Ask anyone who’s seen me any Wednesday morning – when I babysit little Spanish-speaking kids,Continue reading “Yet another missed calling, perhaps, except for the screaming thing”