2022 is the year I ask for help. It’s the year of not making things harder for myself. It’s the year when I do what I need to do to protect myself, when I don’t suffer needlessly, when my health and joy come before my professional success. I’ve always been prone to carry too much—physically, emotionally, metaphorically, in pretty much…
It’s pretty exasperating how the human heart is never content, isn’t it? Last fall I was walking around my neighborhood, crying because I had been furloughed and felt so stressed and overwhelmed by unemployment and the job-searching process. Now, a year later, I’m stressed out of my mind by my job and longing for periods of unstructured time to work…
For a long time, I’ve lived my life from a mindset of scarcity. I hesitate somewhat to write about this, as it might seem flippant coming from a white, middle class young woman who has never gone hungry or been unhoused. My college education was partially paid for by a scholarship I earned by working my ass off in school,…