Thankful for the memories. Even the not so great ones.

Lots to be grateful for in the midst of all of this frustration.

It’s always changing. And there’s only so much you can do about it.

In which I talk about my period for an entire entry. And everyone was mature about it because it’s 2020. Right? Well, one can only hope.

The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive. ~ Robert Montgomery

Wherein I contemplate the passage of time so that I might find comfort there.

An attempt to throw some meaning or structure at how everyone is dealing (or not) with the world-on-fire situation we’re all in.

As someone who works in an industry where physical exertion and heavy breathing is involved, and who’s return to work means interacting with the public, I really wish we could all just be courteous with our mask wearing habits.

It’s pretty easy to find things to dislike right now.

Continuing to grow and explore how I can contribute to change.

I wasn’t sure what to say this week. And even wondered if I should say anything at all. In the end I decided to try.

I forgot how cranky I get when I’m constantly itching all over.