Have you ever wondered why it’s so easy for other people to be productive?Have you ever felt motivated to do certain things, only to have that drive dry out within a few days? Have you ever felt discouraged or frustrated when the people around you discuss their goals and how they’ve read 75 books and wrote 9 on top of maintaining a healthy body? Meanwhile, you’re still struggling with the third chapter of the book you’ve been trying to read for the last 2 months?
As women, I’m convinced that we overanalyze and overthink our relationships so much so that we inevitably convince ourselves that our partners don’t love us to the extent that they truly do.
I came to this conclusion fairly recently, but the makings of this topic came to mind about a year ago when my partner and I visited his parents in Chicago for the holidays.
In short, it ended terribly, and I discovered that his mother loathes me. …
Abs, great smile, he’s definitely got to be loaded (obviously), obsessed with me (in a healthy way, duh), and nice eyes.
Did I cover it?
I’m only kidding; I will admit, though, I’ve always had a thing for a guy with a great smile; I mean, if I’m going to wake up to you and talk to you all the time, I’d like to at least look at a pretty picture.
All jokes aside, though, everybody has a different perspective on the qualities they find most attractive in a man. …
I always believed I’d find The One at a coffee shop. Our eyes would lock the moment I looked up from the book I was reading; he’d smile in a way that would make my heartbeat quicken, yet I’d remain cool and collected.
In reality, it happened sort of like that — but not really. We met on Instagram, and I lived in a different state. We met in person at a Starbucks, and I wasn’t cool and collected. I managed to trip over my own flip-flop not once but twice.
I knew he was it was for me early…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with paper. I love the way it sounds — crisp. I love the way it smells — clean. I love the magic I can create with it — writing.
I grew up with diaries, journals that held my most inner thoughts and desires. I would write stories, novels I thought were worthy of being published one day.
Journaling has always been my form of meditation because while I might not be able to sit with my eyes closed for an extended period of time, I could definitely write and ramble…
When you’re in love, it feels like the easiest thing on the planet to bypass the bad aspects of your relationship.
You overlook the flaws, red flags, and the things you once said you would never stand for suddenly become something you swallow on a frequent basis.
I’m in love, you say to your friends who tell you things aren’t looking good. It’ll get better; you tell yourself when you’re starting to feel frustrated.
You make excuses for your partner because you love them, and you know that deep down, they’re good. You know parts of them that others don’t…
Have you ever stopped in the middle of a task because you literally feel that dread sneaking up on you? The same dread that constantly reminds you that you haven’t figured life out yet?
I get it all the time. In the middle of a sunny day, while sipping on cold brew and reading a good book, I’ll look up, and my entire world flips. My mood goes downhill; I’m staring straight ahead while the little voice in my head whispers salty words in my ear,
Why are you enjoying yourself? Do you have it all figured out? Do you…
I have a confession to make.
Every time I agreed to my partner having a “guy night,” I would regret it the moment he would leave and send a fury of texts about how he doesn’t want to spend time with me. I was that girlfriend. Sometimes, I still am.
I’m an introvert. My partner says he’s a bit of both. He’s down to play poker on Sunday nights, but he wants his peace and quiet during the workweek.
We’ve been dating for almost three years, and we’re best friends. We go grocery shopping together; we go hiking together; we…
Picture this; you just woke up. You realize you actually had a great night of sleep, and you feel very well-rested. A spark of excitement goes through your body; you’re feeling hopeful about the day. You’re not going to blame your lack of energy on being tired.
You hop out of bed, go to the bathroom, change out of your pajamas and head to the kitchen for that liquid gold you look forward to every morning. Today, you don’t need it because you feel like a zombie, but you want it.
You take a sip, and immediately you feel even…
Even if you’re considered a “creative” individual, you still fall into ruts that make you rethink your life and wonder if you’re actually the most non-creative individual on the planet.
I grew up with the label of being creative. I was artsy; I knew how to make things appear far more aesthetic than they actually were; I found art in the simplicity of life and read in-between the lines.
I did it all correctly, and yet I would constantly feel writer's block or emotional barriers — really any type of blockage that hindered my creative process.