“Recovering from an eating disorder is like swimming upstream.” That sentiment, expressed by so many people in recovery, is one of my favorites because 1) it’s incredibly true and 2) it applies beyond eating disorder recovery. In a society that maintains narrowly-defined standards of beauty and praises weight loss, fitness,… Keep reading "Swimming Upstream"
Inspiration from my Target sweatpants. Keep reading "The Joy Lab"
I’m reading through old posts I started drafting but never finished. Some of them contain only titles and subtitles; thoughts I wanted to come back to but never did. (I’m briefly disturbed by one post I apparently started writing on the eve of my 28th birthday, as I’m now 30… Keep reading "Small Kindnesses"
Inspired by a bumper sticker I saw the other day that said, “Ask A Flower.” Keep reading "Ask A Flower"
After weeks of waking up to dense San Francisco fog, this morning’s sunshine is … hitting different. I go for a short walk before my 8am meeting to bask in the delicious morning light (and stop to take the above photos). I am in such a good mood that I… Keep reading "Leaving room for wonder"
This morning, in my stubborn refusal to do anything work-related before 7am, I’m reading through old journal entries. I come across one I wrote at our place in Berkeley in June of last year: I’m sitting on the couch reading and the delicious smell of something cooking wafts through the… Keep reading "Burnt toast"
Yesterday I received an email reminder from my company that it was “time for Quarterly Check-Ins with your manager.” I let out an audible groan, despite being the only person in my house. Time to get asked, yet again, what my career goals are! (Spoiler alert for my manager: I… Keep reading "Working Forwards"
“Life is a collection of moments.”– Someone’s Instagram caption, probably, paired with a picture of the back of their head as they look out onto a teal blue sea. Or, a message embroidered on a pillow in a suburban mom’s house that is being meme’d by their teenage daughter on… Keep reading "insignificant moments / dipping into the ~archives~"
“I would never move to Denver because then I’d have to fly in and out of this airport every time,” declared Thomas last week as we taxied on the runway at Denver airport. He’s convinced that wind patterns over the mountains near Denver make every flight in or out of… Keep reading "On Flying"
It’s still dark outside and I’m walking the mile from my apartment to the Ashby BART station. I’m not in a rush – I woke up before my alarm and have plenty of time before I need to be in the city – but I check the transit app anyway… Keep reading "Thoughts from the BART on my way to a morning squash match"
