Five-Thousand, Five-Hundred and Ninety-Eight

— The number of words I have written for this year’s NaNoWriMo.

The goal was to reach 50,000 words by the end of November. But I failed… in a bittersweet way. I knew this would happen, knowing who I am and how I work. Despite the comparatively low number, I would say that this past month did not go to waste.  Continue reading


“Protect What’s Yours” (But No Shame in Vulnerability)

July is the cruelest month — partly because it is the time of year when heat waves are at their highest (in the northeast coast of the US). But it is also the time of year when I must learn the harshest lessons in my relationships. Continue reading

Misgivings and Reminders

{{another unplanned post, but it is for release}}

This time of year does not get better, with each passing year. I am not sure why that is, but it always springs up this sense of dread as soon as June draws to a close.

Looking through journals, planners, and social media posts from the past two years (excluding deleted accounts), I try to make sense of it, like I am one of the members of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. (Currently, Criminal Minds is my sort of calm meditation.) My profile shows that it is around this time of year that I find myself feeling lonely–a constant that has stayed since high school.

It’s silly, right? I should have outgrown that stage by the time I entered adulthood. Everyone else has. Why haven’t I?

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