Some Personal Reflection

In four days one of my best friends in the whole world is going to leave for San Diego after which she will be heading to France for a year.

Transition periods are hard. Anyone could tell you that. I, myself, have heard the warning from my mother alone over a dozen times. Even so, it doesn’t make it any easier.

I’ve lived with Livvy for almost two years now and I have come to love her like a sister. In all honesty, I don’t want to let her go. But I am so proud of her for taking this huge leap.

Livvy taught me the truth about feminism. She showed me how to take proper selfies. She introduced me to a whole new world of music I had never even known existed and to a whole new culture that I probably never would have touched otherwise. She made our dorm room and then our household a judgement-free zone and filled the space with delicious smells and positive energy. I have so much to thank her for.

Of course, Livvy is not the only one moving on. By the end of this month our lease will be up and the Garfield girls will be moving out. Katherine has found a new home just down the street where she will be living with her cat, Penny, and a friend from her class. I will most likely be couch surfing for a week until I head off to New York City for five weeks. When I get back…? I’ll think about that when the time comes.

So much is happening and I simply don’t feel ready. It all sank in today and I just want to curl up and cry. But I have to remember that this is a happy time. Despite the fear and anxiety that transitional periods produce, they are also times of hope and reflection. Amazing things have happened in this household and I honestly could not have asked for better roommates. We’ve each had our ups and downs and we helped each other through. I love these girls. They’re  like my family.


And they always will be. And as we go off on our separate adventures, I can smile knowing that we have such wonderful memories to look back on. I’ll miss the Garfield house dearly, but it’s time to move on to a new happy accident.

Reasons Why I’m Not a Coffee Drinker

I am not a coffee person.

There are a couple of reasons for this, most of which I believe to be pretty practical. For one, I don’t like the taste so if I do drink coffee, it’s not actually coffee, it’s a mocha or a latte which are both more sugar and foam than anything else so the calorie count is monstrous (particularly if I drink one every morning like I did through out most of high school) and the damage it does to my wallet is simply disgraceful. Also, I generally just can’t handle the immense rush of caffeine which is the whole reason why most people drink coffee in the first place. A little energy boost here and there is typically not lethal, but I find that, for me, drinking a cup of coffee is a lot like a five-year-old eating a pack of pixie sticks. So I tend to lean toward yerbe mate instead.

My final reason for not being a coffee person is a little less reasonable. I think coffee is ugly. I don’t like how it looks dripping from the coffee machine all brown and wet. And it’s even worse when it is sitting in my cup. It kind of just looks like poopy water. After I add some cream and sugar it’s a little better, but not my much. This is also part of the reason why I like mochas and lattes. At least the foam on top is pretty. Especially if you go to a place like Burial Grounds in Olympia where they put little skulls in your foam or decorate it with lavender.

unappealing poopy water

unappealing poopy water

adorable, sugary deliciousness

adorable, sugary deliciousness (sorry it’s sideways. I don’t know how to fix it)

Besides, I just like tea better, anyway.

If Networking Scares You, Put on the Matchmaker’s Cap

This definitely helped calm my nerves. In general this blog can be super helpful. I highly suggest it!

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Do you cringe when someone suggests that you get out and ‘network’ with other writers, business owners, or creative types?

Networking can be intimidating, I know. As an introvert who excels at listening, networking can give me butterflies if I think it’s all about me and my business and needing to say the right thing to the right person.

I’ve found a trick that helps with the anxiety. I put on a matchmaker’s cap. I go to an event with the intent to focus on others instead of myself.

Here’s what it entails: focusing on learning about a person and his/her needs and then seeing if I can connect that person with the ‘right match’ by the end of the evening.

If you do this, people will learn about you and your experience. And if can connect two individuals with specific needs to the person they are looking for, they’ll…

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