Welcome.

For a couple of years now I have been wanting to start a blog, but have always found a reason not to do so. Those who know me best know that I am an avid writer, but that what I write is generally for my eyes only. My diaries are my brand of therapy; offline, pen to paper, I write to process feelings of challenge and inspiration, to spin failure into strength, to itemize all that I have for which to feel grateful. It’s a creative outlet, an opportunity to remember how to spell without autocorrect and to emote without emojis, to reacquaint myself with my messy handwriting. I write when I’m so happy I just want to document its every cause, its every sensation, so as to perhaps immortalize the feeling. And I write when I’m feeling sad, to parse through my darker thoughts to determine whence they come and what to do with them when they arrive.

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The past two years have been full of my life’s greatest joys and greatest challenges, and with them far-flung emotions. But I have been reluctant to share them, always stopped by the thought, “Who would want to read this?” Naturally, no one wants to read a litany of complaints, nor does anyone want to be subjected to a treatise on The Joys of Being Me. But I do know what a comfort it can be to read something real from time to time, and how nice it is on occasion to glimpse into the life of a stranger and learn that he or she is like me. So, I’ll just share. In the meantime, I thank you for visiting this space and for reading these words. And if someone out there were to connect with any of it, I’d be so pleased.