There’s a name for (all of) that

Another interesting thing happened today, courtesy of Instagram, and now I have yet another fun label to attach to myself. It’s a weird one. Just roll with it.

Dear Luna, I’m Waiting

A few months ago, before I fully committed to freelancing, I interviewed for a job that I really wanted. I would be able to work from home, the hours were flexible, and I’m very familiar with their audience demographics. Basically, it was perfect. I made it to the second/last round of interviews and lost my freaking marbles waiting to hear the decision.

I didn’t get the job.

Casper The Friendly Hypocrite

Once upon a time, not long ago (HAHA…but seriously it was only like 3 years ago) I got ghosted SUPER hard. By one of the only people I’ve ever really liked. It sucked. A lot.

Hashtag Writer

I’m a writer.

I get paid to write.

Too Much. Not Enough.

A couple of days ago I discovered that my family thinks I take on too much. That was weird. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

I always felt like I was never doing enough.

(Not) Giving A…

I read this book called The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life by Mark Manson a few months ago. It changed my life. There wasn’t anything particularly groundbreaking in it. The basis was, decide what you care about and f*ck the rest. Duh, right? That’s rarely what we actually do, though. It’s definitely wasn’t what I was doing.

Freedom to Choose

My close friend is getting married tomorrow. I’ve had intense baby fever for the last year…I’m nearing 30.

I just got started freelancing. I’m pushing HARD to get to the point where I feel like a successful business woman…I’m nearing 30.