I’m Sick and Tired of Trying to Make it Work. — At some point you gotta cut your losses and run. Trying to succeed on Medium is like trying to resuscitate a marriage with a emotionally distant neglectful spouse. I’m done. At some point the sunk cost fallacy applies. …

Tales from being a wannabe baddie nerdy gangsta: part I — I have a confession to make: I used to be a bad person. Maybe I wasn’t a completely bad person. I was a good person who did something bad. Or maybe the ends really do justify the means. I don’t know. …

Come on everyone. Do better. — So I’ve started getting aggressive about my Medium marketing strategy. You can see me going up and down every active Medium group on Facebook, linking my latest stories, soliciting people to read and if they liked it, clap and follow. I of course reciprocate. I oftentimes do so first. Nobody…

Compassion should never be used to excuse bad behavior — I drive my husband nuts sometimes. Whenever someone does something shitty, he’s quick to assert when the other party did something wrong. For me, however, I overthink and go down a giant checklist of useless ponderings, such as: Was the other person in a bad mood? Are they insecure about…

I’m completely disturbed by how I just assumed everyone would figure it all out by the time they became adults — I think this is the most lost generation that’s ever existed. To be clear, I’m talking about millennials. I can’t remember the exact age range off the top of my head, but if you were a teenager between 2005–2012 I think you basically qualify. Let me start by saying I…

It may make someone’s day — Welp, I got three and a half hours of sleep and I don’t care. I’m blasting At The Drive In’s seminal record, “In/Casino/Out” from 1998 and just polished off a homemade latte with lactose-free milk. …

And I’m fighting the urge to send him an email — The cover image is from this new app I’ve been using called dream.ai. It’s super cool. You type in a prompt, select a style, then voila. An AI painting emerges mere seconds later. My husband likes to call me “bunny goose”, so this is the result of typing that in. …

My first big adventure in life. — Sometimes I find myself reminiscing over the past, until I snap out of it. Going back in time would mean not knowing what I know now. Returning to a time of ignorance, while that may appeal to some, it never will for me. Yet still, it’s tempting to think about…

I never talked about the most important GOOD choice I made during my 20s. Oops. Should do a whole ass series! — Moving to Amman, Jordan has marked my life to be full of adventures had, and adventures to come! I remember the first night I came. It was my birthday, September 4th, in 2018. I arrived in the middle of the fricken night! I was exhausted like hell. I barely even…