Travel is the only thing you purchase that makes you richer in the end. Travel makes you appreciate home and it’s one of the only times in life where the term “get lost” makes you feel an adventurous comfort.
It’s physically impossible to be everyone’s therapist and saint. I’m not going to make everyone feel like a the Beyonce-rule-the-world all the time.
My life dream is (and has been forever) to write a novel and track my book tour on Instagram. It hasn’t happened yet and it seems far away, like a little teeny pin of light in a very long tunnel….but it still seems so accessible.
You know what I’ve noticed about people? We rely too heavily on others to make us happy. Not getting along with your boyfriend? Life ruined! Girlfriend hasn’t called you in weeks? How could I let this happen!? I am going to drink so much wine over this!
Leslie Knope has inspired me in many ways. But my favorite Knope quote comes in blissful life simplicity: “I am big enough to admit I am often inspired by myself.”
Here’s a rule: only feel sorry for yourself one day of that week. The rest, find that inner wonder woman and press on.
An old lady told the blogger it was “important to forgive.” The blogger then asked, “Who do you have the hardest time forgiving?” She responded saying, “Myself.”
I’d like to make a toast to my first apartment. To its cold hardwood floors and stupid, weak shower head. Little apartment, you taught me things.
Life is good. It’s really good. Yes, despite even the weird things that happen throughout the day: awkward work happenings, tough meetings, waking up either hung over or too early, crying because you’re overly sensitive about things.
When I’m at work, I hope for Friday. When Friday rolls around, time can’t fly fast enough for me to be sprawled out like a starfish on my bed. Then, come Saturday, I’m planning my summer trip to New York and packing to move to my new apartment.
You need to get down with your bad self every once in a while. It will make you feel free. Just stay away from drugs and pay your bills.
Before you knew it, I had a huge girl-boner, was throwing my hands around ranting about my ‘top 3 favorite books of all time’ and had organized a book club on my Facebook page for all my girlfriends to join by the end of the night.
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.