I'm twenty-nine years old, and I'm still trying to find myself. Fifteen year old Joey would be very disappointed in that fact. The old insecurities that you feel when you're in high school tend to follow us into adulthood. We fight them off, one by...
Hurdle after hurdle, this year keeps throwing twists and turns at us that should trip us up. I saw this image a few weeks ago, on a particularly hard day, and thought...yup. But the truth is, the only real option is to just keep moving forward. It's to the...
I don't have a nail polish post for you today because I haven't painted my nails consistently since last month. I'm not sure who I am anymore, but once I figure that out, I'll let you know. Also, I'm not going to touch much on 9/11 today. I've written...
>>I wasn't home 30 seconds tonight (Wednesday) before I changed into my pajamas and washed my face. J came home to find me at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine and a bowl of popcorn. We were both up super early for work this morning (him...
dress: target // jacket: target // booties: c/o light in the box I think I'm getting a little better at not looking like a hobo. I'll make an official announcement next week about what's been going on behind the scenes here lately, but on any given day I...
We collect years. We survive days. Information filtered in, regurgitated, forgotten. Influenced, then set free. And along the way, we think we're one step closer to finding ourselves. Knowing ourselves. Understanding ourselves. We grasp at any definition, hoping...