Author: Unknown (Instagram) I was looking through old photos and found this in my album from 2016. Those words pierce right through you, no? Right through you.
Blogtober #18: 💯
When COVID ends, you’ll find me outside. Happy Sunday.
not always easy…
Sometimes it doesn't feel so lovely, does it? Just thinking about all the times I resign myself to letting things leave me. The expectation(s) that something small would grow into something far more significant and beautiful. And when that doesn't happen, we have let it all go. At the end of the day, it is …
An Autumn Path.
I'll be honest: this quote, albeit lovely, still triggered me a bit. Because I'm so tired of traveling alone. And when it comes to my favorite season, there's an unbearable aspect about it: enjoying the beauty and electricity in the air by my lonesome. I've discussed this before--that something about fall that drives the desire …
Maybe.
Maybe you don't need a relationship to heal you. Maybe singleness isn't killing you. Maybe you're simply looking for love. To love and to be loved. And although you will survive and thrive without it, the need is there. And each day that passes you by, as the need remains unfulfilled, you put out the …
Torn.
Dealing with the duality.
oh hey, 2019.
Another new year, another exercise in writing "2018" on everything until mid-April. Here's to weird year typos and just making it through this new 365, one moment at a time.
Blogtober #20: We’ve Got a Lituation.
As seen on the Twitter, tweeted by Reese Witherspoon, retweeted by Ava Duvernay, and infinitely loved by me and all fall lovers out there. Happy Saturday, y'all. Get lit.
Starring This Square Peg as Herself.
I was 11 years old, a quiet sixth-grader. That day, we embarked on a field trip to a place called Hemlock Overlook. The bus ride was animated, filled with the excited conversations of my fellow classmates. I silently observed the scenes passing us by and wondered just where we were headed. Field trips had always …
connecting…
And while the wires and strings and synapses connect, sometimes blogging and writing and This Square Pegging fall by the wayside. Nevertheless, I'm here now, dear reader. Well, I've always been here--but life and changes and connecting made it a bit harder to remember to talk about the process with you. This platform wasn't far …
This Square Peg. 