Sometimes, I sit down to type up these updates, and I’m at a loss for words.

Still holding out for the seven-figure book deal one day—ha.

This review has been a long time coming, so I feel a bit of pressure to make it extra-good.

I spent a lot of time at the beach this week, which felt correct.

I wasn’t planning on posting an update today.

As of Thursday evening, I’m also writing again.

I’ve been incredibly tired for the last two weeks.

Y’all, have you heard? Grad school is hard, actually!!

Even when I don’t need rest, I’d still like my breaks to be restful.

I’m all about that instant gratification, babes.

I found it ironic that after feeling so guilty about taking a moment to rest, my body said, “Bitch, you are going to rest whether you like it or not.”

I became intimately acquainted with the ways in which “a body in motion stays in motion” can become your default in life.

I feel busy, and I feel good about it.

Well, it’s Monday, instead of Sunday. That should tell you something.

I feel better prepared to face the year ahead than perhaps I have in years past.

You can’t leave me alone in a bookstore and expect me to not buy anything.

I spent a long weekend in the Twin Cities, and, dang, but Minnesota was great!

Greetings, loved ones.

In some ways, I’m still trying to find the right levels of personal, vulnerable, and whimsical with this blog.

Winter returned to New York with a vengeance this week.