i blog about my city, food, pop culture, art, politics (i'm liberal. libertarians can leave now), anxiety, spirituality, and my body. i have been called weird, a nerd, and a hipster. i am not a hipster (sincerity trumps being cool, and i am definitely a sincere nerd).
i like art, taking pictures of my food and my feet, music, sunshine, creating, reading, exploring, adventures, dancing, gastronomy, yoga, friendship, new boot goofin', yacht rock, pop culture, being ridiculous, zombies, bad horror films, the internet, being fabulous, being snarky, soup spoons, being nerdy, and drinking wine + champagne + gin.
leslie knope is my spirit animal.
in real life i am a photographer.
i got an appointment for a specialist in april, so it looks like for the next three months i’ll be waking up every morning, hoping that my fingers aren’t swollen and that i can walk.
i’m supposed to put on a brave face and be a grownup and be positive about all of this, but i’m not. i spend most of my days feeling like i’m going to die and that no one will notice. i’ve spent so much of my life feeling like i’m not good enough, that i don’t fit in, and that no one cares. i was almost at the point where i was okay with myself and now my own body has turned on me. the universe is cruel.
