what happens when you choose love but it doesn’t choose you?

What is the story that you keep telling? My nonfiction creative writing professor asked this question to our class a few weeks ago. Immediately my mind was transported to the entries of free writes that we had been doing all semester. No matter the prompt or the minutes allotted to let thoughts become words on … Continue reading what happens when you choose love but it doesn’t choose you?

a tuesday in my ordinary college life

April 19, 2o22 This Tuesday in my life is an ordinary one, and yet, that’s what I’ll remember. What’ll stay with me will be the ordinary moments I paid attention to. Ultimately, that’s what truly matters.  I woke up later than I usually would. This last stretch of the semester has me exhausted and just … Continue reading a tuesday in my ordinary college life

12 thoughts: from pain to abundance

I didn’t really have a post ready to go for this week, so this week is kind of a mashup of some of the thoughts I’ve been thinking and things I’ve been loving. It’ll be a mishmash so just join me in the wild adventure of my brain. Just thoughts on pain, letting go, abundance, … Continue reading 12 thoughts: from pain to abundance

soul sabbath for good soil

If you do anything, take a soul sabbath. I highly recommend~ A soul sabbath is time set apart to be in silence with God and yourself. I went to a farm in Crozet, VA in order to get away and reflect on life. I didn’t have any clear expectations. Just time to sit in silence.  … Continue reading soul sabbath for good soil

the age of milestones, or not.

The best pieces of music build up to the crescendo—the highest point, the loudest sound in a song. And that’s kind of our twenties. It’s the time we’ve spent our whole lives waiting for. Past the early childhood and the teenage years, we can now embrace all that life has to offer without any serious … Continue reading the age of milestones, or not.

books and songs of spring 2022

Well, folks, we are back. And by we, I mean me! Yes, I sometimes speak about myself in the plural. It’s not any less weird than someone speaking about themselves in the third person. I did this last spring and of course, it’s a recurring series on the blog, so I could not resist doing … Continue reading books and songs of spring 2022

justice in Richmond: spring break edition

This past week was spring break! Considering that I went home the weekend before, I spent my week in Richmond! For spring break, I did a very similar justice program that I did in Charlottesville in 2020 (and we ALL know how that went). This week was A LOT better. A smaller crew of people, … Continue reading justice in Richmond: spring break edition

quotes I’ve loved for the past year

A year ago, I started The Next Right Thing Journal. It has been an AMAZING tool to keep me reflective over the course of weeks and months as opposed to my daily journal (which I love). Every month requires a quote, and so today I share with you the quotes I’ve loved for 2021 (and … Continue reading quotes I’ve loved for the past year

February 2022: chaotic and sweet

February 2022 was a wild month. And yet was the most ordinary of moments—walking to class, going to work, eating food. February moments - Seek Jessica Navin’s spiritual warfare, passport appointment, watching the Duke game, having lunches with coworkers/bosses, interviews for fellows programs I’ve applied for.  Last year in December, I put together a list … Continue reading February 2022: chaotic and sweet

Notes on a week in my life in spring 2022

I feel weird, friends. Part of it is exhaustion from lack of sleep (like every college student ever) and part of it is that I have mixed emotions writing this post. I want to share with you my life. Especially since it’s my last semester, but there’s so much in the air and so much shrouded from mystery, even from myself, that I’m not sure how helpful or enjoyable this blog post will be. But here’s a reminder: you don’t need to create something for a purpose. Sometimes the purpose is the act of creation itself.