Windows down, the open road, a stocked cooler, Tom Petty on repeat… My friend, Paige, and I were one of the many cabin-fevered quarantiners who hit the road this summer to explore some uncharted territory.

Camping sounds simple enough, right? The great outdoors, sleeping under the stars, guitar songs by the fire…

I was neck-deep in the Atlantic Ocean a couple of months ago. The first time since I was a kid. Back then, I wasn’t afraid of what I couldn’t see under the water’s surface.

⁣I want to have a garden one day. A cozy little home in a city that I love. Rich, diverse community. The feeling of belonging. ⠀

I’m learning how to lean more into my inner feminine. She needs a lot of listening, a lot of attention, a lot of space, a lot of freedom.

I grew up in the glory days of American Idol, watching thousands and thousands of singers stand in line to perform for their golden ticket to Hollywood.

I have this fear that I won’t get to live the life that I actually want to live. That I’m not special enough or talented enough or connected enough to get to where I really want to go.

I dropped a blue glass bowl on the floor yesterday and it shattered into a thousand little pieces. “Nooo!” I braced for the ridicule from my watching parents - but none came.

I fell back into an old version of myself yesterday. I thought I had put her away years ago. But all of a sudden, there she was again.