But I cannot focus. I went through all the pre-writing rituals. My room is nice and clean, I have made my tea, my candle is lit, I am comfy and safe and I have nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. But I cannot focus. This is a theme lately. I cannot get through a … Continue reading once again, fuck this noise, or: (i am supposed to be revising)
Good news, nerds! runDisney just published the Digital Event Guide for the Star Wars Rival Run Weekend. SOMETHING NEW TO MEMORIZE YAY. The fact that's the most deeply burned into my brain regarding logistics for the Sunday morning half marathon? The fact that runners are encouraged to be bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and all-aboard official event transportation … Continue reading in which our intrepid heroine rambles on about theatre and running. again.
We still don't know anything about my partner's grad school situation, and I'm living in a worry-bubble. If you know me in real life, you've probably noticed that I only ever talk about two things lately: worrying about grad school or training for my half-marathon. Obsessing over the half-marathon is absolutely more pleasant than fretting … Continue reading more adventures in running: dealing with anxiety and remembering my star wars motivations
Guys, I love Dragon Con. I also have generalized anxiety disorder, so, even within the sparkly, candy-coated joy that is Con, sometimes I want to run away into the deepest bowels of the Hyatt and wait for death to claim me. Dragon Con is loud and intense and sweaty and magical, and that can be … Continue reading some dragon con thoughts from an anxious hufflepuff!
I hail from a family of theme park people. If given the opportunity to spend a week in any place on the planet, I feel confident that my clan and I would still end up in Orlando every single time. My dad worked in the amusement park business when my little brother and I were … Continue reading free time stresses me out, or how i learned to stop worrying & ride the movies
My birthday's coming up, so I'm having a pretty reflective and contemplative week. How did I get here? Where am I going next? Have I done enough at this stage of my life? What would enough even look like? I don't have answers to any of these questions, and that generally fills me with a … Continue reading on manta rays, helping out, and seeing your own sunshine
At the Camden Town tube station, a helpful sign promised me that the ZSL London Zoo was somewhere to my right. Three different streets jutted out in a right-ish direction from the station, though, and I still didn't understand how to figure out which street I was on in London. Which right was the right … Continue reading chasing tortoises (and courage) in camden town