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The Truth about Traveling and Tears

Airports are messy, transient places that see all versions of us. Like wind, they shepherd us from place to place, leading us through an airborne dance between one state to the next. Often, the state is mental: less of a change of physical scenery, and more of an inner shift from one way of being to…

Rewiring Hyper-independence

There’s a balance between independence and dependence. In nature, the process is demonstrable. You see tides clearly ebb and flow; ecosystems wan and replenish; grasses die and return from season to season. It is a reliable balance that, while endlessly influenced by external factors, clearly shows a sustainable process. A expected give and take. The…

When growing into the new you demands embracing the old

Real growth hits like a pressure cooker. Individual adversities and tragedies aside, everyday life activities become a persistent pressure test. How you walk, the places you work out, even the clothes you wear start to feel different. Tight. As though they’re challenging you to really notice them, examine them. The pressure builds, and builds, until one day you find…

Piercing Eyes: The beauty of seeing through your lived experiences

Do you ever think back to who you were a year ago, and wonder: Who the hell was she? It’s almost comical how change finds you — weaving in and out the mundane — and lands before you, raw and ready. A year ago… Well, I was one large, gaping wound. But the focus of this piece…

Taking loss by its hand, letting it know where it stands

One of the hardest parts about navigating your twenties is this line we walk between finding ourselves, and losing everything we once were. Often, it is metaphorical: we shed the layers, emotions, and people we used to be. Sometimes, this is literal — we lose pounds, baby faces, and people. People — we lose all…

The Great Migration: Contours of Walking Away from One Career to Another

It’s funny — how what we always dreamed of being becomes antithetical to who we actually are. I won’t say that the thought doesn’t bother me — it does, greatly — but there is a calmness to it, too. A steady, subtle warmth that heralds growth. Switching careers is not something I’m unfamiliar with. I’m…