I love taking myself out. Here’s a sentiment about the beauty of being alone.

Thanksgiving is about home and family, and I have realized that my heart is at home in so many places. It’s a strange feeling going back and remembering it all.

Love and hate tango with each other. It is tough to discuss them, which is I am writing this thought.

I feel like I have learned to hate my tendency of being open. So many people are very guarded, and I have found myself stumbling into that same pattern.

But being cautious like that has made me miserable. You cannot always think the worst.

I live life on my terms, and I think this week made me feel so much better about opening my heart.

This week was extremely stressful. I felt caged, and it was hard not to let everything set me off. So even though I know certain things about my culture, I didn’t let some things slide as I would have in the past.

For a few conversations this week, the topic of boundaries came up.

And honestly, I’m horrible with this. Especially in the world we live in, a mixed state of being has become quite normal for me.

But as much as I value fluidity, it can get confusing. Having structure can ground you to the root of your being.

Man, a change in the environment affects you. I hate that it does, but it’s so true. Here is a little thought about my move.

A tiny Friday thought. I'll leave it at that.

This past week was good. But I (for sure) learned something about myself, and it’s not great. I don’t think I am ready to share this facet about myself yet. I need some time to process, and so the thought today is about processing.

Man, I beat myself up for being human. I was in my head a lot this week. I wanted to share a few thoughts about this feeling.

Lately, I have been trying to get up earlier. It hasn’t always been successful, but sometimes I find myself having an hour (if I’m lucky, a few) to be slow and intentional with my day. It’s a nice feeling knowing that the world is sleeping.

I’m careful about change. It’s a quality that’s neither one extreme nor the other. It’s not like I never embrace change, but I’m practical about it.

I have always hated that about myself. The world is my oyster, but which oyster will help me be the strongest? Why can’t I be truly spontaneous with big decisions like I am with small decisions?

This week though, I am very proud of myself. I saw an opportunity and (practically) grabbed it. It was great! Today’s thought examines my careful explorer vibe.

This is me trying to describe a feeling that's quite difficult to describe.

Do you ever feel like no matter what you do, there is always someone that finds something wrong with you? And it’s hard for you not to take it to heart.

But when I feel like this, I keep reminding myself that people throw rocks at things that shine.

Here’s my reminder to take their comments with a grain of salt.

I learned relatively recently that daydreaming is good for your health and doesn’t qualify as mind wandering. Writing is like daydreaming for me. So I wanted to write a little more about this concept.

It’s been hard to work on my blog. This past month has been a little overwhelming (to say the least). But I have gained some perspective, and I am so grateful to have the space to create. Not everyone has that. I am so lucky! I get mad at myself for not recognizing that fact enough.

Here is a thought that I had while seeing all the sorrow in the world.

I am trying to find more ways to feel at peace.

As surface level as it is, I have been lighting candles a lot and this got me thinking about how fire can be both destructive and peaceful. A little bit like me ;)

This week has been insane.

Between my last-minute birthday trip, shifting places within Boston (not moving away from the area yet, but we’ll see), and keeping up with freelancing and other obligations, I have been exhausted. As we all know, consistently getting up early and sleeping late is not fun.

But I did want to attempt to write a poem this week because I cannot relate to many birthday poems and sayings. So, I am going to try with my own.

I think we’ve all felt like this. Excluded and treated as “less than.”

In situations like these, it’s hard to know how to behave. There are also people telling you how to behave! Here is a thought I had about this.