On the “word of the year”

Earlier this week, the Oxford Dictionary announced their selection for the “word of the year,” and it isn’t even something that I can type on my keyboard.

It’s not that I can’t type it because it’s profane – if you’ve had a conversation with me anytime since starting law school, you’ll know that I have no qualms about peppering my prose with a diverse array of vocabulary (and I wield the words well, dammit!). Continue reading “On the “word of the year””


On joy.

It seems like everyone these days has his or her own opinion on happiness. Some may find it by adhering to one of the constantly-fluctuating social benchmarks by which we’re expected to evaluate our own success. Others may seek out a new and novel adventure in a far-off land, inspired by the technicolor imagery and idealism frequently seen on social media. The endless barrage of suggestions on how to be happy has allowed us to generally have a complex relationship with what is truly one of the most fundamental emotions we can extract from our existence: joy.

Continue reading “On joy.”

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As easy as riding a bike (?!?)

On August 11, 2015, someone did the impossible: I was taught how to ride a bike.

I’m currently on vacation in the Outer Banks with my family and best friend. The Outer Banks (or OBX, as it is affectionately known to its scores of visitors) is a strip of a barrier island off the coast of North Carolina. It is – and I don’t say this often and mean it in a literal sense – a perfect, beautiful place.

It is also very flat. Continue reading “As easy as riding a bike (?!?)”

On driving a rental car and radical ownership of your corner of the universe (a superlatively extended metaphor)

If you know me, you know my car.

My car is named Frank. Frank is a navy blue, 2006 Acura TSX, and Frank and I are a dream team. The only CDs Frank knows are disco mixes and the Matchbox Twenty anthology, and my pitiful passengers have no other options than to listen to their driver yell along to “Long Day” or “Last Dance” when she’s schlepping them around to whatever destination is on the itinerary for the evening. Frank is my trusty steed, he is an extension of my persona, he is the most stable relationship I’ve had in my life.

Frank has been in the shop for over a month, as a reckless man backed into my baby and caused a (surprisingly) sizable amount of damage. Because of this, I have had the privilege of driving around a rental: an anemic, glaringly red Chevy Cruze. I have deemed it the Little Red Caboose – the LRC – and it is an inferior being.

Continue reading “On driving a rental car and radical ownership of your corner of the universe (a superlatively extended metaphor)”

Talking to Strangers (or, a blog post in which I unpack my vehement moral opposition to the selfie stick)

If you and I are connected in any way, shape, or form on social media, and you have posted a photo where you are non-ironically using a selfie stick, I have judged you.


And I am utterly unrepentant about this fact.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good selfie from time to time. Are you feeling your look? Post that mirror pic, girl. Have you been quietly going through a radical fitness transformation and you finally want the world to see? Please, let those abs loose! Goodness knows I need motivation to start doing planks on my own! I’m guilty of posting a selfie on a particularly good hair day, and I’ll be the first to admit that I love the vanity high that comes with seeing people like your photo. But, I do draw the line somewhere, and that somewhere is when you need to attach your phone to a three-foot projectile to take a picture.

Here are some occasions where selfie sticks are acceptable: Continue reading “Talking to Strangers (or, a blog post in which I unpack my vehement moral opposition to the selfie stick)”

Hello, 2015.

Hello friends, hello internet, and hello 2015!

I fully own up to the fact that I fell off the grid during the second half of 2014. There were a great number of reasons for my lapse in blogging activity over the past few months (hello, most insane schedule of my life), but I’ve finally begun to re-ground and re-establish myself within my little corner of the universe. Life has a way of throwing everything and nothing at you all at once, and there’s something to be said of the beauty, chaos, and self-discovery that results from the calamity of everyday life.

With that said, though, I’ve resolved to reclaim my existence. And the first thing I’m doing is de-cluttering.

2014 was a year of accumulation. I met a bevy of new people, gained a great deal of experience in my professional fields of choice, and decided to tack on a second degree to my existing graduate program. However, with all of these wonderful, beneficial additions to my everyday life, I acquired other things that have proven to be less-than-necessary. More social media. More negative self-talk. More unrealistic expectations. And much, MUCH more …stuff.

My days of living out of a backpack while traveling during my semester abroad in 2012, in addition to being the most fun string of city-hopping that I’ve ever done, taught me the joy of living with less. There’s undoubtedly something to be said about the paradox of choice, and I’ve found that a life with less superfluous stimuli and distraction is a way to provide an environment in which I thrive creatively, socially, and psychologically. I’m not talking about self-induced poverty or giving away all my worldly possessions – in fact, I’m discussing quite the opposite. Instead of focusing on quantity, I am choosing this year to focus on quality.

Basically, this year, I want to cut all the extraneous shit out of my life and focus on things that are necessary, things that I love, and cultivation of the things that fall into both of those categories. However, I’ve got to start somewhere, and that somewhere is here: the internet.

Starting on Monday, I’m going to deactivate my Facebook account. Facebook has become more burdensome than beneficial – it has allowed me to stalk the lives of people that I haven’t spoken to in 6+ years while simultaneously becoming more distant from those with whom I interact on a daily basis. My intention with deleting Facebook is to allow myself to have more communication and less observation, and hopefully be more mindful with my interactions with others. I’ll still be active on here, Twitter, and Instagram, though – I haven’t sworn off social media entirely!

This is going to be an interesting experiment, to say the least. We’ll see how this goes, but if nothing else, it’s worth a shot. Here’s to a new year with a lot less (while gaining a lot more).