A good sign that you’re having a meltdown is that you just spent $15.00 on an Eckhart Tolle audiobook. It’s a last ditch attempt to run away from your current self and discover that elusive peace of mind.
With enough baggage entrenched in our lives already, the things we carry can quickly become another burden, and one of the few that’s rather easy to let go of. Yet many of us continue to cling to certain collections, so why is that? What do these arbitrary arrangements do for us, exactly?
“I had lost my favorite enemy, and things were looking pretty bleak as a result.” A non-fiction essay on my earliest confrontation with the ambiguities of love and hate.
The sudden realization that my little sister has gone from perpetual zygote to a young woman capable of operating a vehicle ON HER OWN, has increased my already-present nostalgia tenfold. But, as fun as my early life of Dunkaroo-dipping was–ditto that feeling of immortality that comes with being a teen–those earlier periods were lacking in the fully fleshed sense of self I’m finally starting to grasp.
When fashion week (on week-on week-on week) rolled around last month, I found myself dreading it. This, despite the fact that I’m not directly involved in it in any way.
Amidst the non-stop tears that came with saying goodbye to my childhood pet, I was reminded that there’s serious relief in unabashedly letting it out, and that–despite evidence to the contrary–the little girl I once was is still here.
Growing up ‘girl’ is not all tea parties and lavender scented day-of-the-week panties. It isn’t easy, or subtle, or clean—it isn’t in the realm of femininity in which we’ve been taught to remain. Though a new photography exhibit claims to be ‘disrupting’ these preconceived notions, I argue that it’s just caving to a similar strain.
A recent episode of GIRLS got me thinking about the problem with relying too heavily on the Nora Ephron maxim “everything is copy” when we write.