My friends, I have a confession: For a few weeks now, I’ve wanted to pop up here and lay down some serious wisdom for you all; deliver some achingly true, soul-stirring insight that serves as balm for your busy-bee days. But life has had other plans for me. Plans that, I’ll be honest, have left me a little more weary than insightful. Lately, life feels like Ronda Rousey and I am every poor girl (except for the last one) that she’s put a beat on.
And so I’ve thought, what can I tell the people? What can I write about? How do I unpack the events of late when all I want to do is cry “Uncle!” and admit that this little stage of life known as adulthood is just too darn hard.