Essays
In 2017, I was 30 years old making $43,800 a year. I was burnt out, desperate, and at the lowest point in my life. This is the story of how I successfully changed careers and changed my life.
Reflecting on the good and the bad.
As Leslie Jamison writes, “My ability to find drunken dysfunction appealing – to fetishize its relationship to genius – was a privilege of having never really suffered.” Here, here.
When we met, I was working weekends as a bartender on a college campus in North Philadelphia. Mike had a recording studio across the street, and would come in between sessions on Saturday afternoons.
This is how it’ll happen: she’ll fall in love with the first guy to make her laugh. The first time she brings him home to meet the family, you’ll realize you’ve never seen your sister so happy.
The trash on my block is constant. It is endless. It arrives overnight and piles high. It catches the wind and blows throughout the street. Children play next to it. People scavenge through it.
Skip yoga. Throw on your favorite lazy-day sweatshirt and savor a coffee while paging through Vogue in your underwear.
Nothing feels lacking in my life now that it is alcohol free. In fact, in so many ways, my life feels more abundant.