Anything about Everything

There are certain things about adulthood that still feel like someone is going to come tap me on the shoulder and tell me I’m doing it wrong. For example: Going to bed at 8:30 p.m. and being genuinely excited about it. Canceling plans and feeling immediate relief. Getting excited about a new vacuum. Having a favorite burner on the stove. Buying storage containers for fun. Having a favorite grocery store. Being emotionally attached to a particular brand of paper towels. Saying “I have errands to run today” like that’s an exciting Saturday itinerary. And my personal favorite: Choosing not to leave the house because the weather is bad. When you’re younger, you’re like  “It’s raining! Let’s go somewhere!”  Now?  “It’s raining? Excellent. Nobody expects me to leave.”+ There is also something incredibly humbling about realizing that you can technically do whatever you want. Want ice cream for dinner?  Go for it. (my favorite dinner) Want to spend Saturday rea...

Every fall, the leaves remind us that some things are supposed to be released.  So I made a list. I’m leaving behind: The need to explain every decision I make. The belief that saying no makes me a bad person. The idea that everyone needs to understand me. Comparing my life to people who are living completely different lives. Feeling guilty for resting. Chasing people who aren’t meeting me halfway. Taking responsibility for things that aren’t mine. Overthinking conversations that happened three days ago. Trying to make everyone comfortable. And, perhaps most importantly… giving unlimited access to people who consistently make me question why I gave them access in the first place. I’m not saying I’m going to become a cold-hearted hermit who communicates exclusively through aggressive eye contact. Although… tempting. 😂 I’m saying I’m learning that letting go doesn’t always mean you’re angry. Sometimes it means you’ve finally realized something isn’t good for you any...

We’re always waiting for something… Friday . Vacation . The weekend. The next paycheck . The next promotion . The next relationship milestone . The next chapter . The next version of ourselves . We’re constantly looking ahead. And sometimes I wonder how much of our actual lives we’re missing because we’re so busy waiting for the next thing to happen. Fall has a funny way of making me think about that. The world slows down. The days get quieter. The trees put on their ridiculous little fashion show and then drop everything they’ve been holding onto. No rushing. No panic. No five-year plan. Just change. And maybe we could use a little more of that. Maybe this season doesn’t need to be about accomplishing everything. Maybe it can be about noticing something. The way the morning air feels different. The smell of coffee. A favorite sweatshirt. A good book. A conversation that makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. The first really cold night when you realize yo...

There is something about October that makes me want to slow the eff down. The air gets cooler. The days get shorter. The leaves start changing. Everyone collectively decides that candles are suddenly a personality trait. And honestly? I’m here for it. But there’s something else I love about fall. It reminds me that change doesn’t always have to be loud. The leaves don’t wake up one morning and announce, “GUYS, I’VE DECIDED TO BECOME A DIFFERENT VERSION OF MYSELF.” They just change . Quietly. Naturally. One day they’re green . Then they’re yellow . Then orange . Then red . And eventually, they let go. I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately. About how often we treat change like something that needs a dramatic announcement. A new job. A new relationship. A new year. A new haircut. A new version of ourselves that we proudly introduce to the world. But maybe some of the most important changes happen quietly. Maybe growing doesn’t always look like becoming someone ...