Every day I have to do this. Whether I know what I want to write or not. Tonight is one of the nights I don’t know what to write. I feel like I don’t have any stories to tell. I don’t have any opinions to express. I don’t have anything to say. So here I am not saying anything. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

I have memories of it since I was a child. I remember being scared to walk by it. It had those eyes that seemed to follow you no matter where you walked in the room. It might be one of the earliest memories I have. …

I’m a bad person. I had this big grad goal to become a freelance copywriter. I had taken some courses, read the books they say you should read, and tried my best to not suck at grammar and punctuation. But then life got in the way. Which I know is…

When we’re kids they tell us to dream big, chase greatness, shoot for the stars. What they don’t tell us is that when we get to a certain level they won’t accept our dreams. They don’t tell us that when we dream to big their support is withdrawn. Even as…

I have heard this statement for years. I never really believed it. It seems like a crazy statement. Aren’t I my own person? Don’t I make the decisions that affect my life? How much influence does the outside world really have on me? But recently, I have come to understand…

There is, and has been, a ton of talk about morning routines. Some people love them. Some people hate them. To be honest I have been an unbeliever of morning routines for a long time. My morning routine was for many years sleeping as long as I possibly could. I was ALWAYS tired in the morning. I only wanted to sleep. it’s all I really wanted. But lately, I have become set in a good morning routine — affirmations, meditation, breathing exercises, cold shower, good music, and manifestation techniques.

People say they don’t like cats because they are assholes. I say — that’s WHY I love them. I had an asshole cat. He was awesome. He would push cups off of tables, jump up on the counters and eat my pizza, and just generally be a tomcat. I loved him for it. It was funny. He use to yell at me for if I didn’t give him enough food or if I didn’t share my ice cream with him. I liked that he was independent. That he knew what he wanted. That he KNEW he deserved the world.

Have you ever walked through a public park at 10:30pm? I never had until tonight. I went for a walk with a good friend after dinner. It wasn’t planned, at least not by me. We walked around a park I had never been to and talked about life. Our dreams, fears, and what the meaning of life was. It was much needed. It also put me off my schedule a bit. So here I am doing my daily 100 push ups and writing this small entry later at night than usual.

You ever have ones of those days where it’s just bad? Where nothing goes right. Where you wish you could have just stayed in bed all day and hid from the world. I had one of those days today. But, the thing was it was all in my head —…