I’m not inspired by the concept of being a “work in progress.” Tbh that phrase kind of annoys me. I can be whole and also be expanding, all at once. I have become, AND I’m becoming. I am not a work in progress—I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be....

Last night I was talking with two of my other single friends about how our romantic lives are a total fucking dumpster fire but, like, everything else is a dream come true. Professionally, spiritually, artistically, energetically—I’m more aligned than I’ve ever been. The human part of us is hardwired...

Maybe it’s actually chill? Maybe, instead of it being so overwhelming and chaotic and exhausting, it’s actually just…not that serious? What if instead of trying to control every little thing, we let things happen in the ways they’re meant to, while simply showing up as best we can? What...

I’m a big fan of myself. This doesn’t mean I’m conceited or self obsessed—it doesn’t impede my desire for self improvement or abstain me from fault or flaw. It just means that I’m not willing to let anyone else determine my value or challenge how I feel about myself....

Maybe it wasn’t meant for you. Maybe it has to fall apart, so it can come back together as something new, something more aligned with who you are becoming. Maybe the rug had to be pulled out from beneath you because the rug wasn’t the one that really tied...

You have to believe that your dreams have the right to exist in reality, if they’re ever going to come true. Maybe you want to write a book, start a business, compete in a strength sport, get a record deal, or live in a van and travel across the...

I used to be so scared to share my writing, my art, my soul with the internet—with the world. To share anything you’ve created is to invite yourself to be seen at the depths, your sharpest edges and bloodiest wounds, all the pieces of you that you’d otherwise keep...

I honestly thought this one was “the one.” We were so connected, so aligned. Our relationship felt like two weird and wonderful puzzle pieces that couldn’t possibly fit anywhere else but together. It wasn’t perfect, because nothing is, but it was ours—and it was magic. And then one day, completely out of the blue, he left....