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in certain circumstances, i see little pieces of the person i used to be being to peak out. it comes out in gusts of flirty pep and the subsequent shallow guilt ( Read more... )

this past week, i had my "graduation" ceremony from teach for america. they printed a book of reflections and it included a piece i had written. a friend of mine praised it, recommending that i send it in to the new york times magazine. hours later, at the gym, i found a discarded copy open to the exact section she suggested. all it took was a mere ( Read more... )

there's a lot of things i haven't done, and i know i'm young, but the same way that even the largest funnel leads to a narrow point, i can feel the path i've chosen eliminating many of those things from my realm of possibility.

at 23, part of me feels thirty. part of me has sunk my teeth into this bulky, uncertain idea of being an adult without ( Read more... )

just embrace the idea that you're not going to settle for something that isn't a good fit, he said, and it actually made me felt better, since i always need someone else to justify my indecision, my persistant seeking, my inability to take something ordinary instead of exquisite.

when he says he could do this, for just a few years, just show up ( Read more... )

and i wonder if everything i do

i do instead

of something i want to do more

we only get one life, right? one chance to be a child, an adolescent, a twenty-something, an adult. i know i can't go back and do college again, yet some part of me is rolling my eyes at this notion of time as fixed, irrevesible, linear. it's the part of me that spent ( Read more... )

i don't have that many opinions. maybe that's why i'm so hesitant to express which ones i have. the few are born of passion and certainty - two things that make it very hard to hear someone disagree.

yet i do make millions of judgements. in my defense, they are often fickle and transient, but still, i think them, dialogue with myself in snide, ( Read more... )

whatever you don't, don't do everything for him. make him cook dinner, do the dishes, take out the trash.

these were my mother's words of wisdom upon hearing that i was moving in with him, that i was essentially let him have the milk for free, as the old saying goes, that i was rushing my way into a reality that she herself knew from the age of ( Read more... )

i love him in grey sweatpants, even when he leaves them in a pile on the otherwise clean floor. i'm growing to love the way i make the bed when i get home every day because he'll never find the time or reason to do it in the morning. i hope to eventually love the fact that he'll never bring his cereal bowl into the kitchen and what little leftover ( Read more... )

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