California is for whoever comes
When I was young, I would always forge my mom’s signature on everything: on school documents, to attend field trips, at the doctor’s office, everywhere without fail. I suppose I never knew what the impact of it was or why the assumed approval mattered so much.
There was a time where I felt guilty for stretching. It seems silly now, but in 2019 I had the intention to “practice being myself.” What that meant was to go to the gym and stretch in front of the treadmill before a run instead of HIDING in a gym bathroom to do so. YES. Hiding.
Trust me, you got this. And if you don’t, Taurus season is right around the corner to catch you.
Exactly four years ago, I moved to the city of Angels. With my best friend, a car full of clothes, and a few snacks, we left the snowy state of Michigan and drove through the country to Los Angeles.
know this is controversial, but I don’t believe you have to be the same person in the digital world that you are in real life.
Four years ago I could only afford $3 meals, twice a day. I would sneak into the office on weekends to steal leftovers that would be thrown away by Monday and felt so bad I would spend the whole day working to make up for the cost difference.
I never liked the saying, “If it’s important to you, you’ll prioritize it.” It’s physically and mentally impossible. Well, at least for a long-time strategy.
Girl, treat yourself. Here are our top date spots in LA.
If I had a dollar for every time my family asked me when I’m getting married or when I’m having children, I would be rich enough to afford a one-bedroom apartment in LA.
Around the time I was graduating, a person I was dating said to me, “I think you’re scared of your goals.” They were right. I always wanted the world, whatever that means.