Lessons From a New Tattoo
On a whim, I walked into a tattoo shop and left with a new piece and a new outlook.
AwkAnxAvg 5: You Up?
Have you ever received a late-night text and panicked? In this installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla founds herself fumbling over words as her crush opens up.
Random Act of Kindness Award
The lovely Em, of Famine to Feast, nominated me for the Random Act of Kindness Award.
Childish Gambino and the Auditory Dilemma
Everyday noises can send a searing pain through my head and neck, increase my anxiety, or make me incredibly irritable. It is not a fun experience. I knew going to this concert would be a challenge but my excitement and forgetfulness overshadowed my need to be prepared.
AwkAnxAvg 4: Revelations
In this installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla is overthinking her first date.
You Are Not Alone
“You’re born into this world alone and you’ll die alone.”
You know that statement is entirely false, right? I usually hear this when someone is trying to sound profound; sometimes, it is used as justification for failed relationships. In reality, you came into this world literally connected to someone else. What happened between then and now may have been wonderful, it may have been really shitty, and it may have felt really lonely. Deep down, this whole time, you were never alone.
Flash Fiction: Signature
A night a whimsy turns end in blood, the only evidence a bullet hole and a lipstick stain. Based on an original 25-word short story.
Flawesome and Jetsam
The lovely Sophia Ismaa nominated me for her newly created Flawesome Award. Sophia is such a positive person and her blog is definitely one you want to follow, especially if you love books and apt social commentary.
Lessons From a Car Accident
On this day last year, I was in a car accident. Just thinking about it now makes my head hurt. Despite all that, I did gain some valuable perspective that day.
Hello Sleeplessness, My Old Friend
About three years ago, both Austin and I began to struggle falling asleep. We would lie in bed and watch the clock go from 10:00 pm to 5:00 am staring at each other or staring at the wall. Neither of us wanting to speak in hopes that at any moment sleep would envelop us and the sound of each other’s voice would ruin those chances.
