Frankly, it’s okay to disappear.

I’ve never been one to fall victim to life’s circumstances. Wallowing is only fun for so long before you start sounding annoying, even to yourself.

Of course, life often makes it hard to believe that the Universe has your back. But sometimes, the onus is on us. 

Whining instead of acting. Napping instead of making a plan. Blaming someone else when you could have got your shit together and just done the damn thing.

Harsh? Maybe. But unapologetically so. 

Life is hard for everyone and I am not the exception. If I want my life to change then I have to do the work.

I write a lot about leaning into the life you’ve got, savoring the moments, holding the things most precious to you close to your heart.

There is a time and place for those sentiments, obviously, but lately I’ve been looking at those precious moments and feeling like it would be really fucking great if I could just have some time to myself to write my damn book.