The semester is moving forward, and the closer we get to summer, the less I care about school. Every year, I start my classes with the best intentions — but by the time we get to April and May, I find it harder and harder to stay at my desk and focus when I could be
I’m a go-getter. I draft. I plan. I send follow-up emails (yes, sometimes more than one). It may not surprise you that I have a hard time sitting still. In some ways, I value these qualities. They help me make the most out of my short time on this earth. On the other hand, I
You may have noticed something a little different cropping up on my blog lately. It’s not a quote, or a word, or a particular photo. It’s a sunflower, and it represents something big.
Perfectionism might not seem like a bad problem to have when you’re on the outside. But if you’re a perfectionist like me, you know the struggle: staying up to 3AM to finish the graphics for your 5 minute presentation the next day, staring at a blank screen because you can’t think of the “perfect” first
It’s the spring semester of my senior year. While I have another semester waiting for me in the fall, most of my friends don’t; by September, they hope to be settled into jobs, fellowships, or graduate schools. My non-senior friends are starting to fret about summer internships and employment. It’s a stressful time for all
I used to love fashion magazines. As a middle schooler, only twelve years old, I used to play a game with them. I would look at a model’s stomach, her arms, her thighs. I’d pick out one thing I liked most and imagine switching it for mine. Goodbye, rounded stomach. So long, big feet. I’d
Welcome to the fourth and last full week in our #ptmclass – the free productivity and time management (PTM) workshop that I’m co-hosting with Kayla Blogs and Dani Dearest! For the month of October, Kayla, Dani, and I have been improving our productivity and time management together and help you do the same. Today, I’m
For a big chunk of my high school years, I struggled with an eating disorder called EDNOS. As a part of my recovery process, I saw a therapist for most of my senior year and part of my gap year. Therapy was an incredibly healing and helpful process for me — it taught me a