Sometimes you catch yourself saying “Back in the good old days,” when you refer to Kindergarten, when naptime was a thing.

Very often, people assume if someone isn’t married by a certain age, they’re not fulfilled.

This time of year has always reminded me it is okay to shed and to walk away from what no longer serves – even if that causes uncertainty and leads to an unfathomable amount of pain.

It is bitterly ironic, that we must leave behind what we will one day wish to come back to, that we must go search for something that will ultimately lead us back home.

What if?

It wasn’t about being a good cook, but understanding what good food was.

People regret things they do. They also regret the things they didn’t do. Regrets are inevitable.

It is time to reduce expectations—of people, relationships, and the future.

Take risks.

Growing up, I had the image that by now, at twenty-seven years old, I’d be a successful writer living in New York City with a cute house, a handsome mate, and a life I wasn’t struggling to adapt to.