New year, new prayers— new things to pray for and pray over…

I’ve balled myself up plenty— afraid of my potential, afraid of failing, afraid of being stagnant too… This chapter isn’t much about being afraid; it’s really about moving past it…

I’ve been too afraid to write these days. Too undone to put it all on paper, into the Universe— proof of a truly turbulent time…

Please No Bullsh*t is now a year old! A whole year with this baby of a passion project, turned salvation, turned purpose. I am celebrating this milestone because of everything it represents…

I began writing about my experience after graduating college. My goal was/is to give an honest documentation of my journey between stepping out into the real-world post-college graduation, and somehow arriving at my “dream job.” Guess what I’ve discovered…

I’m more than halfway through Chapter 24 right now; and I’m digging quite a few of the plot lines. Others, not so much. It’s an eventful read. Previously, the girl quit her 9-5 to become a freelance writer. Now, she’s…

I was sent to work from home on March 17, 2020. Quarantining, isolation in the place I’ve always found most comfortable, made me realize how uncomfortable I’d been in life…

Eventually you get so far out there, it’s scarier to turn back…

Pitter-pattering and windshield wiping, soundtracking your last day. Are you crying? Are you sad to go? Has this all been twice as long for you? Are you sorry? Were you just doing your job? 

The inferno that is/was 2020 put the battery in my back— to redirect and go hard, to leave behind thoughts of how so many things could have gone, and leap towards all that can be…