I spent a lot of time this November, while in the throes of NaNoWriMo, thinking about perfectionism, specifically the relationship between my perfectionism and my writing. According to dictionary.com, "perfectionism" as a word dates back to the 1830s-40s and refers to "a personal standard, attitude, or philosophy that demands perfection and rejects anything less." That... Continue Reading →
Dear Emily
Every five years I write myself a letter to be read in five years' time. It started my junior year of high school when the guidance counselors asked everyone in my class to write a letter to themselves in six months, one year, and five years. I kept doing it. I thought it was a... Continue Reading →
Word Press Anniversary
Apparently, today is my sixth anniversary as a WordPress user, which seems as good an excuse as any to finally break out of my virtual hermitage and write an update post. So, where have I been? What have I been up to? How am I doing? All good questions. I even have answers to them.... Continue Reading →
Depression, Anxiety, and Impossible Tasks
Hi there, it's me. I know it's been awhile, over four months, in fact. I thought about apologizing, but I think I've done that before after my other long blogging hiatuses. So I'm not going to apologize, because I've been dealing with some important shit. For those of you who are new or irregular readers... Continue Reading →
April Postmortem
Continuing my new tradition of keeping track of my goals from month to month (we'll see how long I can keep this up), it's time to see how April went and what my plans for May are. Before I get down into the nitty-gritty, I know that I didn't achieve as much as I did... Continue Reading →
Last Day in Perth
Today is my last day in Perth. You probably guessed that from the title. Tomorrow, my Person and I are heading to Melbourne for an extended weekend, and then Monday morning I board a plane back to the States. I feel kind of weird because I don't feel any of the travel nerves I usually... Continue Reading →
I've been in Australia for exactly one month today and the homesickness is setting in. It's not that I'm unhappy or not having a good time, it's just that it's been a month since I last saw my dogs. It's been a month since I last sat on my sofa. It's been a month since... Continue Reading →
Different Crows
[Note: still having difficulty uploading photos. I'll try again in the next few days] I have a special love of crows. I love their intelligence. I love their family dynamics. I love the glossy sheen of their feathers. I love their cry. But let me be a little more specific: when I say crow -... Continue Reading →
Twelve-Year-Old Badass
I want to recapture the badass I was when I was twelve. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to raise her hand in class when she knew the right answer. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be an outspoken liberal in a conservative town. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be feminist, and pagan, and publically weird. Twelve-year-old me... Continue Reading →
Shallow
Growing up, I was always afraid of being seen as shallow. I was afraid of being judged for liking pretty things, for wanting to present myself in a certain way. I was afraid that I wouldn't be taken seriously. And as a twelve-year-old girl, I desperately needed people to take me seriously. So I adopted... Continue Reading →