her life in prose

We are so addicted to fresh starts.  2023 was not an easy year for me--I experienced my first year of post-grad life, and it was full of the fumbles and bumbles that are the trademarks of your twenties. I started the year with hope of a new job as an assistant editor. I was confident I was going to get my foot in the door at some shiny publishing house in Manhattan and impress everyone by living out my 90s rom-com career.  Andie Anderson made it look so easy in How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days! How hard could it be?  Turns out, it's pretty dang hard. Between writers strikes, hiring holds, publishing house mergers, and a deplorable job market, I acquired an impressive amount of rejection letters.  My fresh-faced, recent grad optimism was lost somewhere between writing my hundredth cover letter and receiving my ninety-ninth rejection.  Aside from entering the work-force, I spent most of my year trying to hold it together as three of my closest friends got married. Th...

 "Don't forget to be a kid today," I saw someone post today.  I love this saying. I love the sentiment of it.  Return to the essence of childhood that is play, un-affected joy, minding one's own business because it's so interesting you don't know to care about anyone else's.  I remember as a child, each day seemed stretching outward and upward, with so much possibility before sunset. It seemed impossible to waste the hours of the day--there was much to be done before the evening rest.  Be a kid today. Read something you can't put down, and go for a walk to see something new, even if it's just that street that you know the name of but you've never wandered down before.