I find the most out-of-control ways to be happy these days. It’s actually hilarious. For example, the other day, I found a clean washcloth in my drawer to wash my face with. I squealed with unattainable glee.
Rule #26: RIP Paul Walker. But never RIP your boner for Paul Walker.
I took a Fiction Writing class once. I adored it. I’d take my coffee and my Moleskin and feel hipster as hell walking into the lofty classroom. One day, our instructor had us practice building our own characters.
The other day I fell down the stairs, accidentally poured water in my coffee and said something so awkward in a meeting, I thought I was going to unzip my skin and crawl out.
Being 20-something is complicated. It’s rusty. A messy, unmade bed. We’re obsessed with thinking about where our life is going to end up. Our Pinterest boards certainly won't refute that.