My Impostor Syndrome Is Currently In Remission
My fascination with clouds and the stars began long before Instagram filters and #cloudporn. Before I started working at 16 years old, I would make my parents buy me disposable cameras, and when…
Confession: I’m Sick of the ‘Single Life’ Articles
Every few weeks or so, the internet goes through different cycles and my news feeds are inundated with 50 different variations of the same topic. Lately, the focus seems to be all about…
How I Want to Remember My 2013
I wasn’t going to write a wrap-up blog. I mean, I certainly won’t write a blog about resolutions, but guys, 2013 was a big year for me. But I don’t want to remember…
This Is Not A List of Resolutions
(I originally wrote this in December, 2011. These remain true for me today) Around this time of year, the blogosphere is filled with reflections, resolutions, and everything in between. Over the last couple…
18 Years in the Making
On December 18, 1995, my plane landed at Dulles International Airport in Virginia. The very first thing I remember is looking up and seeing 4:43 PM. That’s my first memory of being an…
On Perspective & An Announcement
When you’ve been blogging as long as I have, it’s really easy to get caught up in comparison, competition and the popularity game. Add social media to the mix and it’s incredibly easy…
The Silly Aspiring Digital Nomad Philanthropist
I want to tell you a story. I’m going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you…
‘Cause I’m a hopeless wanderer
2 years ago, I wrote this post on the biggest lesson I’ve learned about being a grown-up. In the post, I talked about how being on the road is what helps me feels…
Letting Love Win
Love is the child of an endless war Love is an open wound still raw Love is a shameless banner unfurled Love’s an explosion, Love is the fire of the world Love is…
About “A Distorted Dream”: The Urge to Cut
My wrist is daring me. It’s too beautiful, without a single scratch in years. I don’t deserve such perfection on my body. It’s taunting me. Just one cut would be enough. A single imperfect…