I have this notebook. I notebook where I write down sentences, poems, fragments of books that strike me.
I rarely, if ever, wear stripes. It’s just not my thing.
Growing up and having responsibilities. Yeah, that happens to everyone.
You know how some weeks you just want to forget?
Okay Okay, see when I like something I can get a little obsessed with it.
Sometimes you just need to get a coffee from your favorite coffee shop – holler holler at SuperCoffee! – and get shit done like the boss lady you are.
Growing up, in school, I was bullied. A lot. Well, enough that it felt like a lot, and certainly more than others.
Let me tell you the tale of a traitor.
…have you noticed one? No? Yes? Can you see what’s different about me?
This is continued from Monday’s article. The continued discussion on goals led me to choice, and I wanted to say a few things about that too.
