Respect the (money) jar.

My bank account has often sung to the tune of $2 and not because I was going out for too many brunches or partying too hard or because I just had to get away for the Winter.


Q&A&buttery parsnips.

I’m trying not to feel guilty about missing open mics, taking reruns of Seinfeld over social events, and treating myself. To a box of wine, a grocery run at the organic shop with the nice lighting, and most importantly- a good cry over nothing at all.

Life As Cinema

I love who I am when I’m giving other people advice. I love who I am when I’m telling people my “plan.” I’d love to hook my heart and my ego up to those words and, when I wake up at 4 am, be comforted by them instead of feeling so fraudulent.