Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
There are people who begin their mornings with meditation. They wake gently to the sound of birds, stretch their arms toward the heavens, drink lemon water, write three pages in a gratitude journal, and thoughtfully set an intention for the day. I sit in my car and talk to the internet while dogs breathe directly... Continue Reading →
There are weeks when you wake up refreshed, organized and ready to embrace all the beautiful possibilities life has to offer. And then there are weeks when you sit in your car talking to your phone while several dogs breathe directly onto the back of your head and you realize this is apparently your life... Continue Reading →
There are people who wake up in the morning refreshed. They stretch. They drink water. They meditate. They journal about gratitude. They stand beside a sunny window holding a tasteful ceramic mug while quietly contemplating all the wonderful possibilities the new day may bring. I wake up and immediately wonder what fresh bullshit the universe... Continue Reading →
Well...another week is in the poop bags! It wasn't exactly exciting, but somehow it still managed to be exhausting. You know those weeks where absolutely nothing major happens, yet by Friday you're ready to crawl into bed and pretend adulthood is optional? Yeah...one of those. Work was actually pretty quiet this week. A good chunk... Continue Reading →
Another week has come and gone, and somehow we survived it. Honestly, I feel like that deserves recognition. There were dogs. There was ridiculous weather. There was a new haircut. There was a long weekend approaching. And, because apparently the universe decided this week's story needed a little extra something... There was an extreme amount... Continue Reading →
