I came here in January, it was an escape. It was supposed to be a few weeks, then on to other southern states…a respite from the bleak prison state of New York city. “I know what you’re going through, we’re all suffering,” people would say to me. “It’s not that bad,” others said. Or my favorite, those who would tell me, “well what are you going to do about it?”…
For me, 2019 was a series of severely traumatic events. The final year of my 30s, filled with heartbreak, betrayal, rugs pulled out from underneath me and setbacks that blindsided me and knocked me to me knees. On paper, it was horrible. Yet, amidst all the suffering, I grew and fundamentally transformed myself more than I had in any other year of my life. It wasn’t a coincidence. It was…
I’ve always been happier when I’m lost. Knowing exactly where I’m going has always felt so boring. I know that’s an odd thing to say, and I wonder what it says about me, but you don’t discover what you don’t know when your focus is consumed in a map from point a to b. 2019 was a rough year. I’ve never been so lost. It was the cataclysmic culmination of…
