Living Single
Living the single life: single parent, single mom, just plain single.
What nobody tells you about being single in your 40s — the freedom is real, the loneliness is also real, and the dating landscape is a special kind of hellscape that deserves its own category. Essays on solo living, social dynamics, the particular exhaustion of swiping, and learning to be your own person after years of defining yourself in relation to someone else.-
Going Out By Myself
I don’t mind going out alone. This time, I was supposed to see a free preview but that didn’t work out since I wasn’t camping out in the hot ass sun for several hours.
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Attack on Finals
If finals were giant monsters, it would be appropriate to say I was under attack. I thought I was doing so well, pacing myself and getting ahead on all my assignments. Yet, despite what I thought was careful planning I find myself inundated with multiple research papers due at the same time and the worst of the worst: Final Exams. How did things get so out of control?
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Be Still My Traitorous Heart
I don’t know whether to be encouraged or outraged that at my age I still get all flustered in the presence of a fine specimen of maleness. Is that a good thing? I am sure my face went slack and I just stared like a goofball. I would be embarrassed at my utter lack of composure but ain’t nobody got time to dwell on that shit. The moment has passed and I can’t undo it. At least I was wearing clean clothes. Ha ha.
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For Once Let Me Lose Myself…
If I could have a conversation with my baggage, with the things in my head that hold me back, it would be with the lyrics of this song. This song speaks to the bondage I physically feel holding the best parts of me in.
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Challenge Accepted
I am surrounded by the evidence of my move and it is driving me insane. I still have unopened boxes and things that I just haven’t figured out where I am going to put them. It’s time to deal with all this clutter…
