Hair, or how this blog post turned out to be longer than I expected. Like my hair.

One of my earliest memories is spurred by a sense of disdain towards my own hair. In kindergarten, I experienced my first crush on another person. To my clumsy sensibilities, he was perfect. I'm not sure what goes on in the head of a four-year old vis a vis attraction, and I definitely don't want … Continue reading Hair, or how this blog post turned out to be longer than I expected. Like my hair.

On discipline, or how I’m learning to stop self-flagellating

I started bullet journaling over winter break. It has been one of the better decisions I have made in the past few years, and I've seen the direct results of embarking on this organizational journey in my day-to-day life. I'm less anxious, more organized, I remember both short-term and long-term goals; the act of putting … Continue reading On discipline, or how I’m learning to stop self-flagellating