I thought I didn’t have anything to write this year.

Usually for my birthday post I reflect on some recent lesson or struggle I’ve been going through. It’s not that I haven’t been learning things these days. It just feels like I haven’t been learning anything significantly monumental.

I’ve slowly realized that we don’t always have to be learning something significant. What makes life life is the combination of the amazing and the mundane, the horrifying and the simple, the extraordinary and the everyday.

I think sometimes we think we want every day to be amazing or legendary but I don’t think that’s what we really want because then nothing would be special. The novelty would wear off and those moments and days would just become normal.

So here’s to boring and routine. Here’s to day-to-day tasks that sometimes drive us crazy. Here’s to the days where things might be bad but not terrible.

Because life needs the commonplace just as much as the spectacular.



Being an adult is hard. 

I realize the above statement may make me sound like I’m a little late to the game. I’ve been a legal adult for the past five years (according to US legal standards).

But when I say being an adult is hard, I’m referring to the emotive turmoil surrounding identity and belonging not the seemingly endless list of responsibites to be completed. 

I’m twenty-six. I don’t have an established career path or even the beginnings of one. I’m only working once a week and sometimes it feels like I have no friends. 

And I’m single while friends and people younger than me are married and having children. 

But I do know what I want to do and who I want to become. I am walking step by step toward my dreams. I have a general plan of how I’m going to get there and overall, I’m optimistic about my ability to carry out said plan. 

So when I say being an adult is hard, I guess what I really mean is it’s hard work. 

But I’m beginning to realize it is so worth it.