“ …the wound is the only route to the gift.” To whom it may concern, This is about you- it’s not about me. That being said, I want to share a bit of my story so you know you’re not alone, and that I understand how hard it is. A while ago I wrote a blog that I never published ( surprising …I have over a hundred of those), it was about pain. It was going to be great, but I never got around to sharing it. Sometimes I would rather not share them, if I’m honest. Let me continue on the story...

I feel like so often we wait too long to be nostalgic. As I walked into Starbucks across the street from my university on the last official Tuesday of my undergraduate career, I felt nostalgic. Nostalgic for all the many, many times I’ve walked here to order my favorite drink (matcha latte), or a pumpkin spice in the fall, or even a chestnut praline during exams. I reminisce of going to Starbucks early, before work and school, to take pictures for my first official pdf sale. I reminisce all...

Recently, I've been reading (more like listening) to one of the most amazing books. You're going to hear me talk about it probably a...