Tag: purpose

  • I hope you {dance}

    Life is short. But I’m not afraid. When I die, I hope you dance. I hope you do a full-out jig. Stop giving me that awkward stare. I’m really not that crazy. I attended a funeral last fall. Unfortunately, I’ve been at quite a few in the last year. But this one was traumatizing, unlike anything I’ve experienced […]

  • In which I practice chilling out

    It was a Friday morning, and I was moving back to my hometown with a new dog, a mountain of boxes, an 18-month internship under my belt and the last check I would ever cash until who-knows-when in my hands. It was the first time since highschool that I ended a position without starting another one the very next week. […]

  • When a roadblock becomes [a hug from heaven]

                I never liked Cinderella. And yet, on that mind-boggling day, I could almost say that I felt like her. Except that my coachman was a long-haired redneck with a Copenhagen ring. And my pumpkin-coach was a tow truck. And instead of leaving the ball too late, I nearly missed arriving at all. And (thank […]