I feel as if over these past few months, I've transformed into a new person. Maybe in many ways I have.
It would have been cool to have turned into one of those trolls from the early 90's. Or maybe Storm from X-Men. But alas, I am left, it seems, with a newer, lighter version of myself.
I have a new name.
A new way of being.
A new business.
A new YouTube show.
And I've reunited with my pup.
Shit, I'm even dating on Tinder (wtf?!).Read More
I didn’t think that anyone read my work.
“I used to follow you on YouTube, when you were shooting,” he commented on Facebook, during one of my many attempts to discern which of the 1 million social platforms would be best to get my message out into the world.
What was my message again?
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a writer,” Marina said. “Like, a real one. With my life.”— Marina Keegan. The Opposite of Loneliness.
All of the happenings of the past 24 hours leading up to getting this book into my hands are somehow strangely perfect and sad to me. I sat, for a good portion of yesterday morning, trying to decipher which words would best describe how I wanted to feel in the world.
I wanted to feel good and didn’t, so fuck, I thought, let me try out some CDF’s. Maybe you’re familiar with this work by author Danielle LaPorte. Core Desired Feelings she calls them.
But I was at a loss for words. Words, it felt, put me further into my mind and out of my body, so how could I know how I wanted to feel if I was being forced to think?