“This moment is the best moment.”
Says the rubber bracelet given to me by a stranger in Costa Rica earlier this year. In March.
I haven’t taken it off since.
But I don’t really need the bracelet. I know what it says. It’s just comforting to have a physical reminder of that thing we all recognize as true but is still so hard to grasp: the current moment is literally the only thing that is real.
Read MoreI’m kind of obsessed with understanding people. Mostly, with understanding myself. I crave logic and order in my experiences. In my thoughts. And especially, in my feelings.
Silly girl.
Sometimes I really do make myself laugh.
Read MoreMy cat died last week.
We put her to sleep because she had been sick for many years, and finally went straight into renal failure. She was 20 years old. I was 5 when I named her. Trapeze. Because she was lithe af. Small, nimble, quiet.
She was a terrible cat. This is her eulogy.
Read MorePeople who don’t like their own birthday are running away from something.
“Attention.” They always say.
I don’t understand this personally — I love my birthday almost as much as I love attention — but whatever, fine.
Read MoreWhat is this urge to relocate and redefine our lives?
I know I’m not the only one who feels a recurrent desire to abandon what I know and leap into the void. But does everyone feel it?
Read MoreAre we as human beings not supposed to have expectations?
This is not a rhetorical question.
Read MoreWhere do we draw the line between having the courage to accept the things we cannot change and the courage to know when to say… fuck that?
Like all things worth writing into the void about, there is no single answer.
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