Day 270 of 365: feel the suck. get the prize.

My boyfriend is a generally happy person. He lives his life in the middle numbers on the 1-10 scale. That’s kind of his base level of existence. When I get in wonky places, he’s able to easily snap me out of them. He’ll call me on my shit if I’m having a pity party, or […]

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Day 86 of 365: I’m a sprinter.

There are all these sayings about life being a marathon, not a sprint. And for years, I tried to retrain myself into a marathon-mentality. And I hated it. It bored me. It’s like when I tried cross country running in high school. The first day of practice, I took off sprinting as hard and as […]

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