How to Adjust to Moving Back Home + Other Unexpected College Failures

How do you come to terms with the fact that what you’d been working for your whole life doesn’t live up to expectations? That you aren’t thriving, like everyone else seems to be? That the person you are becoming isn’t who you wanted to be?

This is one of those posts I’ve had in the making for a looooong time. It’s been sitting in my “for later” folder, and every time I start a new post I am taunted by this one, smirking at me from my drafts. I’m gonna get really raw and real in this post, so bear with me as i try to navigate my thoughts about moving back home, as well as some other unexpected failures I’ve experienced over the past two years.

How to Adjust to moving back home

I started college searching sophomore year of high school. I think really started to feel the pressure when one of my teachers told my parents that I would probably end up attending an Ivy League school, and seeing the beams on my parents’ faces was so rewarding, after years of working my butt off.

Flash back to a little over two years ago. I was in the thick of college tours, admissions emails, and college letter after college letter in the mail, universities’ mass mailings basically falling out of the mailbox, it was so stuffed. I never threw away one letter a college sent me, and I would periodically sort through them. I opened every single one. I took “find your major” quizzes online and I used the Naviance college finder. I went on seventeen college tours over two different states, and I met with countless admissions officers and department heads and current students.

To say the least, I was obsessed with finding the exact. right. college. 

Here’s what I didn’t know: I had no (???) idea what I wanted out of a college. Like at all. All I knew was that I wanted to choose one and graduate from the same school I’d entered into four years previous.

First, I wanted a huuuuge out of state school. I looked at schools in California and Colorado, and I looked at Texas Christian University, one of the largest schools in the nation.

Then, I wanted a tiny Christian school where I could major in Worship Leading. I toured four of said “tiny Christian” schools, and I changed my plan. Lol.

I landed on a medium-sized, private university in suburban Denver, Colorado. For my Minnesota peeps, think very St. Thomas-esque. Not exactly Ivy League, but it was an adventure, something different than what I thought my classmates were planning. I really felt as though God confirmed my decision again and again, and I was confident in my commitment to this university. I selected a major in International Studies with a concentration in International Development and a minor in Music with a concentration in Vocal Performance (say that five times fast, lol).

I was so pumped to be moving almost 1000 miles away from home. I was so excited for this new adventure, and it really felt like I was beginning a new chapter in my life.

My first quarter at this university was incredible. It was everything I had hoped and dreamed for. I could not have asked for a better ten weeks: I had amazing friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, and I was academically challenged.

The next two quarters? Not so much. (You can read about my experiences here. I could definitely go more in depth, but this is an overview of my life in April 2016.)

I dropped out of my dream school. I regressed enormously mentally and emotionally. I had no idea what to do.

I wanted to transfer, but I always said I wanted to go to one school and just thrive there. I wanted a solid group of friends, which I didn’t really have. I wanted to be confident in my major, and I hated my classes. I went through the worst few months of my life, and I honestly don’t know how I survived (literally). Everything I’d ever wanted and dreamed about was falling apart before my eyes, and I was unable to stop it. I felt completely powerless. Discouraged does not even begin to describe what I was feeling.

Discouraged does not even begin to describe what I was feeling.

So, I turned to alcohol. I turned to self harm. I turned to sleeping, crying, and daydreaming about just buying a plane ticket and reinventing myself.

I think the biggest disappointment was the failed expectations I’d had of myself for eighteen years, let alone the perceived expectations I thought my family, friends, and educators had of me. College was NOT what I’d thought it would be, and I didn’t know how to come to terms with that.

How do you come to terms with the fact that what you’d been working for your whole life doesn’t live up to expectations? That you aren’t thriving, like everyone else seems to be? That the person you are becoming isn’t who you wanted to be?

I’ve been wrestling with these questions for over a year, and I still don’t have the answers. But I’ve learned a lot, and that’s what I’m here to share.

As I mentioned above, I switched what I wanted in a college a number of times. I was eighteen, I had no idea what I wanted from life, and I was scared to shit. I knew I wanted to take cute instas and meet cute boys (the only two important things in life, amiright?) I didn’t know what extracurriculars I was interested in. I didn’t know what I wanted from a degree…. To be honest, I didn’t even know that I really cared to get a degree.

Everything I did, I did because I thought I was supposed to do it. I rushed Greek life and hated the thought of it (and the price tag, tbh). I selected a major that I thought would be interesting and make me a lot of money. I tried to look ultra-cool on social media.

Nothing I was doing was in line with what I truly wanted, deep down in my core.

This past January, I subbed as a leader for a 7th and 8th grade girls’ church retreat in Alexandria, MN. The speaker said something Saturday night I’ll never forget.

What if God called you to work at a Starbucks in Roseville full-time? Would you listen?

Would I? Would I listen if the calling on my life wasn’t to be this amazing, brave, incredible world traveler who everyone else seems to be jealous of?

That was what I wanted (and still kind of want) for my life. I wanted to be cool, to have adventure after adventure, to have an amazing group of friends, to have all the greatest immaterial things life has to offer.

And it’s been a hard reality check to realize that even if these things are coming for me, they aren’t here right now.

Because now, I am a student at a small, all-female college 30 minutes from my hometown.

To me, that doesn’t sound like an adventure. That sounds incredibly boring. Like everything I’ve ever worked for didn’t matter in the end. 

It feels like a letdown. Like I’ve fallen incredibly short of the expectations I had for myself. Like the person I always envisioned myself to be was left in my first quarter at the University of Denver. It feels like the big adventure that was supposed to be the Start to all the Other Adventures didn’t live up to expectations… so does that mean all the plans I have for the rest of my life will be like this, too?

Looking back, however, I have learned more about myself than I ever would have imagined. I completed Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing (EMDR) therapy, a form of PTSD therapy. I found an interest in Buddhist and Hindu art. I fell in love with slam poetry. I strengthened my passion for a Capella music. I deepened my love for students, and discovered a special place in my heart for middle school students.

These are all things I would not have discovered about myself, had I not tried and failed at another university. And this just begs the question: what else will I discover about myself?

Moving back home has been the biggest, weirdest part of this whole adventure. Sometimes, I’ll be driving in an unfamiliar part of the Twin Cities, and suddenly feel like I’m back in Denver. I start to panic because I’m confused and would dread to live there again, but then I just have to gently remind myself that I am home, safe, and loved.

I’ve been walking through a long and confusing healing process. I’m mourning the person I wanted to be, and the person I didn’t get to be. I’m mourning the place I once loved. I’m mourning the confusing heartache. I’m feeling this. I’m allowing the healing to come through.

And this is the most important part: recognizing that it is hard. This is hard stuff. Don’t lighten the feeling. It’s a kind of death, realizing that the person and place you wanted to be aren’t in line with reality.

Remember that this is a part of growing up. Our expectations and our reality won’t always match….but that’s where you need to have grace with yourself. It might take time, and that’s okay. It might take a loooooot longer than you expected, but you’ll get there.

These years are incredibly weird and formative and require a lot of soul-searching.

As for me? I’m trying to remember that just because the crazy plan I had two years ago didn’t work out, doesn’t mean all the rest of my plans won’t work out. I’d still love to go to all seven continents, get married, join the Peace Corps, and adopt a kid or two. I would absolutely love to live all over the world. I still plan on backpacking around Europe.

If it takes me a little longer to get there, that’s okay. And I’m learning to be okay with that.

Why I Stopped Wearing a Bra

Okay, y’all. It’s time to get #real. I’ve started and reworked this post approximately five million times over the past three months, but it’s time to get down to business: in October, I stopped wearing a bra every day. Here’s why.


Maybe you’ve seen the headlines–every news source seems to have covered this popular new trend, from the Huffington Post to Bustle to USA Today. Or maybe you’ve heard of the hashtag #FreeTheNipple. Women are going braless in droves, and maybe you’ve wondered why. Why would women forgo arguably one of the most important pieces of clothing? Granted, there are a number of downsides, from needing to hold my boobs when I go up or down stairs to aching nips from direct exposure to whatever fabric my shirt is made from. But in my opinion, the pros outweigh the cons. In this post, I’m getting into the nitty gritty: what’s it really like? Is it right for you? Why is it important?

1. The Why

Last year, I grew two bra sizes. I went to Victoria’s Secret on a whim and got measured, just for the heck of it, and I grew two sizes! I’d been wearing the same size bra since, like, eighth grade, so this news was SO. EXCITING. The sales lady celebrated with me (I’m sure she was just salivating over the commission she was going to make) as I brought like ten bras into the fitting room in celebration. I ended up purchasing only one, but it was $78. Seventy-eight dollars! Almost eight hours of work at any one of my various jobs. And this was no ordinary bra–it was one of those ultra-sexy bombshell beautiful babe bras. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about.

I definitely got my $78 worth, because I wore it all the time. I went like three months without taking it off. I felt gorgeous, and I wore low-cut tops to show off my brand-new set of boobs. When I went out with friends, I made sure to wear clothes that showcased my new favorite accessory. I let my boobs go to my head, if that’s even a thing. Sometimes I even contoured my cleavage just for the fun of it. I bought a second bra a few months later, spending the same amount of money on just another item of clothing I already owned. What???

They were kind of comfortable, I guess (keywords: I guess). Not $78 comfortable, but they were, nonetheless.

When it was laundry day, I didn’t want to take them off, because what would people think?! I could not, would not be caught braless. I mean, obviously my chest wasn’t as big as these bras made them seem. What was I to do?! The only solution was to do laundry at off times, to only wash one at a time (and do twice the load, therefore wasting twice the amount of water, etc.), or hand wash them. So. Much. Work.

I was totally participating in the horrible women-shaming culture ideals that preach that women aren’t worthwhile unless they have triple-D cups and a tiny waist–the exact culture I was trying to combat. I was completely investing into everything I said I was against: the ideal body type, the sexualization of the female body, putting your worth in your body.

And here’s the thing: I never measured up–to my own standard’s or anyone else’s.

2. The When

Living in Denver, a notoriously liberal city, I had casually noticed that many girls were choosing to go braless. I thought to myself Oh, that is so awesome! Props to them, but that’s not for me. I guess I approached it the way I approach girls who don’t shave (which I still do, but am totally intrigued by the concept of). The deciding moment, though, was at an anti-Trump rally. Classic liberal move, am I right? Lol.

My friends and I were on Capitol Hill in downtown Denver right off of Colfax, high on the buzz of cohesive protest. The woman behind me was holding up some sign of protest on her piece of cardboard, wearing just a flimsy red tank top with nothing underneath. I remember being so in awe of her openness. She was chanting along with the crowd, totally unnerved by my eyes. I know I was being totally rude, but I just couldn’t believe it! Sometimes, I even slept with sports bras on. I literally couldn’t even imagine going out in public on a chilly-ish night with just a thin tank top on.

I had already been quietly toying with the idea of going braless once and a while when I wore a sweatshirt or something. But seriously, seeing this woman’s bravery and complete lack of caring about other’s opinions was SO inspiring!

3. The What

The next few weeks served as a test-run.

I wore bras without underwire to a job interview and to rehearsals and stuff, to appear a little more “professional” (because boobs are so unprofessional *eye roll*). I tried wearing different kinds of shirts with and without bras, to see how it felt. And quite honestly, the first month was very uncomfortable.

It’s gonna get a lil TMI here for a second. You’ve been warned.

Y’all, my nips were SORE. Like, sore sore. As in, red and painful and all of the other cringe-y words that you don’t want to see associated with the word “nipple”.

I did a little research on this. My idea was that maybe, because my boobs have been so lovingly sheltered and protected my whole life, they were just not used to the harsh reality of fabric. My suspicions were confirmed with a quick Google search. Nips don’t like the roughness of fabric right away.

Thankfully, this went away after about a month. I am thankful I stuck it out though. However, there were (and still are) other challenges.

It is very obvious when someone is staring (which I totally know I did to that woman in Denver, lol). Like, hey men!, newsflash!, women can tell when you aren’t looking at our eyes when you’re talking to us! When you don’t wear a bra though, everyone notices. Then they awkwardly look away, like they weren’t supposed to see your nips or something. As if they’ve NEVER seen nipples before, lol.

I went to the gym a few times without a bra on, which was still great but pretty painful. I have now allowed myself to wear sports bras to the gym.

Of course, we all know what happens when we get cold. I’ve learned to deal with the social response of having visible nips when it’s cold out. I live in Minnesota, for Pete’s sake. It’s going to happen people, deal with it.

There are jackets I own where the zipper annoyingly rubs right on my nips and it’s actually really painful. When I know I’m going to wear those jackets, I either wear a thicker shirt underneath, fold the jacket out in such a way so it doesn’t touch my chest, zip the jacket part way, or I’ll just wear the Calvin Klein bra I own as another physical barrier to the pain.

4. Why it’s worth it, regardless

As I previously mentioned, I spent $78 on two different bras. And to be completely honest, I’ve considered spending more. $78 is pretty typical for a quality, sexy bra pricetag. Of course, I have the staple lace bralette to wear under my nicer, meet-the-parents-type dresses and a sports bra for working out, but those are just cherries on an already overwhelming sundae. Now, I don’t spend money on bras. I still have the bras from Victoria’s Secret, but I don’t really wear them. I don’t even have them at college with me.

I don’t need to consider what a shirt or dress or something would look like with a different type of bra. In addition, I don’t need to buy a special kind of bra for a certain style of clothing (backless, strapless, etc.).

The CONFIDENCE I have gained is the most significant benefit. I have become unapologetic about my body, and my chest in particular. I can totally see when people notice, but I literally just don’t care anymore. My self-worth isn’t placed somewhere on my body, it’s in my mind. It’s in my heart. It’s in the most important part of who I am: me. Not the outward presentation I put forth, but the me that I want people to see. (Also, there’s this, like, ~sisterhood~ when I see another woman going bra-less. I feel very connected to my feminine, sisterly side, lol.)

Granted, it took a while for me to get to this point (I’ve been bra-less for about six months now), but it is SO. WORTH. IT.

Not wearing a bra is the most empowering thing I’ve ever done (not to mention the cheapest, least stressful, most carefree thing).

What do you think? Have you tried going bra-less? What did you think? Let me know in the comments below!

New Years Resolutions Check-in

Helloooooo! I hope everyone’s February is going well! I’ve now completed FIVE WEEKS (???) at my new school, and I’m it’s a great fit for me.

Since we’re two months into 2017 (!!!), I think it’s a good time to evaluate how we’re all doing on our New Years Resolutions! Take an honest inventory, reevaluate which goals are *actually* attainable, and make some new, realistic short-term goals that will help eventually achieve that long-term goal.

Here’s a link to my post about my 2017 New Years Resolutions and Mission Statement (it’ll open in a new tab!). Let’s do a quick check-in on my resolutions:

  1. Learn Spanish. I think I’m doing pretty well on this one! I have a 31-day streak on Duolingo (I was at 28 days but I missed a day while I was on the Middle School Girls’ retreat *crying face*), and I’m joining the Spanish club at St. Kate’s! I’ve also signed up for daily Spanish emails through Study Spanish, and I listen to the Coffee Break Spanish podcast on Spotify while I workout.
  2. Continue to study music theory. Weeeeelllllllll…… I kinda dropped the ball on this one. I’m in choir and voice lessons, does that count?! I need to intentionally set aside time to continue learning theory on my own.
  3. Start a UST/SCU a Capella group. I ran into some logistical roadblocks with this one when I met with a student group organizer at St. Kate’s, but I have some more in the works with this one!
  4. Stop the negative talk. I feel good about this one as well! I have some goal-setting worksheets posted around my room that focus on the good things about myself, and I heard some quotes recently about building others up, differentiating between gossiping and venting, etc. I’m also taking a neat theology class all about the divine in human beings and our interactions with each other, so I am continually learning (and reading scientific articles) about the awesomeness of people. I’m still working on this goal, and I anticipate that I will be for a long time, if not my whole life, but I’m giving myself room to mess up. And that’s what it’s all about.
  5. Keep track of my spending. I feel awesome about this goal!! I’ve started paying off some of my credit card debt that’s accumulated from paying for textbooks and clothes and such, and I got a new, well-paying job that will help me put some cash in the bank. I used Dollarbird for a while, but my phone broke so the app doesn’t work very well, so I’ve transitioned to Track Every Coin, which is on desktop so I can use it! I’m still working on actually *saving* some money for future use, but I know I’ll get there soon.
  6. Run a 5k. Lol. Madison and I signed up for the Color Blast 5k in May, but we’ve ran into some weird business stuff, and we’re working with the Attorney General to figure it all out. Soooo, this goal has been ~mysteriously halted~ for the time being.
  7. Clean, clean, clean. Eating clean has been a HUUUGE focus for me recently! Since I moved into my apartment, I’ve only been keeping 100% whole grains, fruits, vegetables, and other natural foods in my cupboards and refrigerator. And I cannot even say how much healthier I feel. I am still struggling with some weird health things (we’re thinking maybe trying a gluten-free diet for a couple months), but my acne is gone, and I don’t get stomachaches anymore. I used to live in a perpetual state of slight nausea, and I have not had ONE. STOMACH. ACHE. It’s AWESOME. Clean eating has my vote!!!

I think I’m doing pretty well! I’ve also been journaling a LOT more frequently than usual, and I’m reading for pleasure again. Life is pretty dang awesome right now!

I’d love to hear how you guys are doing–shoot me a message if you want to talk. I would *love* to talk with anyone about anything. Literally. xoxo

2017 Resolutions + Mission Statement

If anyone knows me at all, you know I’m huge on making goals, resolutions, and plans for the future. I love having separated, step-by-step goals to work towards, and I love the process of creating the goals and researching ways to achieve them. My favorite way to separate goals is categorically–that is, I separate them by personalprofessionalnutritional, and fitness-related goals. I try to add a couple steps below each goal, to help me remember how I’d like to reach that goal. This year, I also made a 2017 mission statement, which you can find below as well. I really wanted to emphasize my building up my strengths this year, as opposed to improving my flaws.


Personal Goals

1. Learn Spanish!

This is something I’ve wanted to do forever, and this is the year I’m going to do it! I’ve already checked out some things from my local library and made an account on, a free website that helps its users learn a new language. I signed up for the “serious” level, meaning I’ll do 15 minutes of practice a day, lol. So awesome!

2. Continue to study music theory.

At St. Kates, I’m taking exclusively social work classes, so I don’t have time to fit in music theory courses. However, I still have my theory textbooks and have subscribed to many theory Youtube channels. I want to continue my knowledge of music theory, because it’s important to me and I want to use it in my singing.

3. Start a St. Thomas/St. Catherine co-ed a Capella group.

This is already in the works! Check back for more. 🙂

4. Stop the negative talk!

I love this graphic, that I have saved to my Pintrest board about mindfulness.


I’m focusing especially on gossiping, complaining, and tearing down others. This is something I’ve been working on for a long time, and I know I’ve made huge strides in this practice! A quote I heard once that totally changed my perspective on things is this:

The success of others does not diminish the chance of yours. Cheer on others.

I love this! I have really tried to remember this quote, and I’m noticing the difference in my mindset. In 2017, I want to emphasize building up others’ successes.

Professional Goals

1. Keep track of my spending.

A lot of bloggers I follow have adopted a mindset called “minimalism”, which can be everything from owning 100 or less items to simply going through your closet once and a while. I’ve done a lot of research about minimalism, and I love the idea of it! I tend to spend a lot of money on material goods, and this is something I want to work towards changing. I am starting with simple things, like de-cluttering my email inbox and going through my clothing.

This year, I’m focusing on saving money to invest towards things that are important to me. I spend waaaaay too much money on material goods, when what really matters to me is experience. So, I’ve downloaded the app Dollar Bird, which is connected to my bank account and credit card. It keeps track of what I spend most of my money on, and helps me make saving/spending goals towards the important things! This year, I’m specifically focusing on spending/saving money on my future adoption(s), traveling, eating out with friends, donations towards my favorite non-profits, and supporting local and organic grocers.

Fitness Goals

    1. Run a 5k!

This was one of my 2016-2017 school year goals, and I’m still working towards it! Getting sick got  me off track a little, but this is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and it’s going to happen this year!

Nutritional Goals

    1. Clean, clean clean.

I’ve been trying to eat clean for years now. I stopped eating meat when I was twelve years old, and I’ve really cut back on eggs and dairy. Within the past year, I’ve done a lot of research on what it means to live a “clean” lifestyle, and I’ve learned that it encompasses a LOT!

I’m living in an apartment in St. Paul this spring (apartment = I have a kitchen!!!!), and it’s one of my new year’s resolutions to learn how to cook REAL, GOOD food. What is clean eating, you ask? I have a post in the works about this, but here’s the gist:

-Eat foods that you can pronounce–aka avoid color additives, preservatives, fat replacers, emulsifiers, etc.

-Avoid processed foods, including white flour, refined sugar, etc.

-Eat plenty whole grains and healthy carbs (quinoa, for example!), fruits, and vegetables.

-3/5 of your plate should be fruits and vegetables, 1/5 protein, and 1/5 healthy carbs.

Sugar is something that is really hard for me–I have the biggest sweet tooth ever. Like, ever. But I’ve found ways to combat this (I chew gum like crazy), and I’m working towards eating a clean lifestyle all around!

In addition to eating clean, I want to live clean, too. I watched a video on Facebook recently about a girl who lived 30 days without creating any trash at all, and since then, I’ve really become aware of how much trash I create! I’m constantly looking for ways I can reduce my trash use. One of the easiest ways I’ve found is telling my barista I want my tea latte “for here”. Even Starbucks has “for here” mugs that they use if you specifically say you’re going to be drinking in house. It’s such an easy way to use less trash!

My 2017 Mission Statement

I used this graphic from my Pintrest to help me do this.


My columns looked like this:

1.) travel, resourcefulness, health, savings

2.) more acceptance, green energy, patience

3.) positivity, zest for life and living, excitement, passion

4.) spend less, listening, forgiveness

And after some refining, squishing, and rewriting, I came up with this:

I will save more money using my passion for life to accomplish more global acceptance, and in doing so, achieve personal resourcefulness.

To others, this may sound wordy and unclear, but it means a lot to me. Essentially, I want to use my money, time, and resources for the betterment of myself and the world I live in.

Making New Years resolutions is a fantastic thing, and I could not be more of an advocate! This year, let’s all agree to *actually* work towards our personal goals, and encourage others to do so as well!

In a World That Tells Me to Focus on the Bad….

Every morning when I open my eyes, the first thing I do is check social media. This is mostly because I don’t want to get out of my warm, cozy bed. But I check Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Pintrest, and my email. I am a huge advocate for social media, and I love sharing my life online. I think it’s an amazing tool for promotion of ideas, marketing, education, politics, religion, and so much more. But recently, I’ve been disappointed by what I’m seeing online.


**DISCLAIMER:** I do recognize that there are mental illnesses that cannot be cured by saying “It’s okay!! Life goes on!!! Just get up early! Read a book! Go for a walk!! :)” This is not what I am addressing. I am addressing those times in our lives where we might need a little push, some motivation to get through the night, the day, the week, the semester. Sometimes, it’s good to be reminded that it gets better.

I’ve written a lot about my struggles this past year. I spent a lot of time in both talk therapy and EDMR, and I started taking anxiety medication this fall. It’s been a crazy, crazy ride, and it’s something I am working on day in and day out. It’s an everyday battle to remember that I am more than my struggles.

And even more, I’ll be the first to admit that I fail at this.

I am horrible at being positive. I am definitely a glass-half-empty person. It’s the fact of the matter: I look at the negative side first. It’s just who I am. I am not good at being positive and flexible and willing. I do not like being wrong. I do not like change. I do not like being uncomfortable. I am inherently a negative Debbie downer.

Real-life example: I have to go to work tomorrow, because it’s Monday. Instead of being grateful for a well-paying job with a bunch of little kids, I always think “God, I don’t want  to go to work today. I could be doing a million other things. I am tired and I have a lot to do.”

Here is what I am learning: positivity is a choice. 

Bad things are going to happen to all of us, in all seasons of life, and sometimes they come unexpectedly. Last year, the worst season of my life so far came immediately after the best season of my life. I’d never been so happy, but then I’d never been so low.

And I think I did need to fall apart. Sometimes, that’s necessary. Sometimes, we need the space to lay in bed for two weeks and eat container after container of frosting and watch the entire series of Grey’s Anatomy (not that I did that or anything…). But then, we get up. And we keep going.

Here’s another thing I’m learning: this is not what the world tells us to do.

It comes in places we don’t notice.

It’s a tweet from an “artsy” account, saying “full of emptiness but its fine!!” or “im afraid to be happy at this point tbh”.

It’s a black-and-white photo on tumblr of bruises and faded scars taken on a polaroid camera.

It’s movies and books about driving with no destination while old Bon Iver songs play in the background, and the driver is devoid of feeling.

It’s the romanticization of sadness. And it’s everywhere. It’s on all social media. It has become popular to have problems, and it’s a contest of who has it worse. It’s easy to be sad online, and it’s easy

Here is one more thing I’m learning: sadness is comfortable, but it is not what we are meant for.

I have spent one too many days laying in bed, watching Meredith and Derek and their horribly addicting on-and-off-again relationship fall apart again while I sob because life is just too hard to do today. It’s easy to lay in bed and listen to sad songs on my Spotify and wallow in how hard I have it right now.

It’s comfortable to be down, because it’s work to be happy. It’s hard work! It’s actively choosing that that dumb glass is half full. It’s our reversing our preset condition (well, mine, at least). But how will we recognize the good without the bad? What are highs without lows?

Life will to happen to us–the good, the bad, all of the above. Sadness is comfortable, and it’s oftentimes our first response. But I am learning that it’s an active choice to be positive about every situation. It’s not the popular thing to do, and most of the time, it’s not fun.

Here is a list of some positive affirmations to repeat to yourself. This week is going to be a good week, and I am choosing happiness this week. Will you join me?

4 Things I’ve Learned in College… & Things You Should Know Too

I’ve spent over a year in college in a state 1000 miles from home, and I have learned SO MUCH. I’ve cried all night and I’ve done embarrassing things I told myself I’d never do. I changed my major and my minor, I wear clothes I never would’ve been caught dead in a year ago, I still buy journals that I force myself to write in as much as I don’t want to. And through it all, there are a few important things that stick out to me as universals. READ ON….

1. No one is thriving. This is so so important. I’ve had countless conversations with friends at my school and friends at other schools and everyone is so stressed that they aren’t thriving like their friends are.

Newsflash: people choose what they put on social media.

No one posts photos on Instagram of a teary selfie at two am or the empty peanut butter jar they just totally binged on (which I am so not guilty of…). People snap photos of their friend group doing shots at the bar. People post photos on Instagram at the apple orchard with their sorority sisters. People tweet about how happy they are, because that’s what we want people to see. It’s uncomfortable to be open and raw and honest (god forbid the dreaded oversharing *gasp heard ’round the world*). We love it when other people love us, so of course we post the highlights! We want the best life with the best friends and the best boyfriend and therefore, the best photos to document it all.

But here’s what no one talks about: EVERYONE has shitty days that are not Insta-worthy. Sometimes, you have a shitty semester where pretty much nothing you do is Insta-worthy. Have you ever heard that saying where we get to see everyone else’s highlight reel, but we have to experience our behind-the-scenes? It’s like that with college. No one has it completely figured out and everyone has cried at four am because they’re overwhelmed with homework and stress and comparisons. No biggie.

2. Your fundamentals might change, and that’s okay. What do I mean by fundamentals? Things that you believe wholeheartedly are central to who you are and will never change no matter what life throws your way. Examples might be religious views, morals about drugs/alcohol, work ethic, glass-half-full-or-half-empty-type views, etc etc etc.

In my case, it’s all of the above and then some. I have two religious tattoos that I thought would mean the same thing to me for the rest of my life, but my understanding of myself and my world have shifted and I’ve found ways to adapt the meanings behind my tattoos to who I am now, as well as who I am becoming. However, they also symbolize a huge, important part of my life and who I am, so I think they’ll always mean something to me. That’s one example of something that I was one hundred percent convinced would not change about me, and I am living proof that you just never know.

People grow and people change, and no amount of prayer or mediation or journaling or research can prepare you for the change that is here and the change that is coming (trust me on this one). But isn’t that just a part of life–being kind of blown over and blown away by how awesome change is?

3. Heartbreak happens. Heartbreak is bound to happen, in all senses of the word. I have been heartbroken by pretty much everything that is able to break a heart, but I think that eventually heartbreak can be molded into something good (I say I think because sometimes I feel like I’m always in some stage of heartbreak??).

Last year, I experienced the worst heartbreak I’ve ever gone through to date. It coincided with a lot of other negative events with my friends, and I ended up withdrawing from my university (read about it here). This kind of heartbreak was the kind that sort of makes you feel like you’ll never love anyone else ever again because the risk of getting hurt is too great. It’s the kind that makes you question literally everything that happened in the relationship and what you could’ve done differently and why weren’t you good enough?!!! I spent a lot of time in a type of therapy called EDMR (read about that here) for the treatment of PTSD-like symptoms. I’ve learned SO much from that relationship and that time in my life, I feel like I could write five blog posts about that alone. But I’ll say this: heartbreaks suck and therapy helps and so does binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy. You will love again and you’ll find someone who makes you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

Heartbreak isn’t just for romantic relationships, though.

Friend heartbreaks are definitely a thing. There are so many people in my life that have come and gone, and here’s what I’ve learned from those experiences: sometimes, people are only in your life for a season. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason (yes, everything). Maybe you had something to teach the other person, and maybe they had something to teach you. Maybe it was just for the joy of having a friend that the universe knew you needed in that season of your life. Maybe we’ll never know.

I also totally think that there’s other forms of heartbreak. I know that I miss Minnesota so much sometimes I can almost see my heart bleeding. I know that sometimes I hear a song that makes me remember something that makes my chest hurt. I know that sometimes I am so overjoyed with love for something that I almost can’t stand how tight my body feels at that moment. Heartbreak exists in a thousand forms, good and bad.

To sum it all up: heartbreaks are good and bad and everything in between. Use it as a learning experience and take as long as you need. (Sidenote: that thing people say about allotting only half the length the relationship was to “get over” the person? UNTRUE.)

4. Invest your money well. Identify that which makes you happiest. Is it concert tickets? Travel? Clothing? Starbucks? Find your thing(s) and allow yourself to spend money on it/them. We make money and have created the concept of money for a reason–to spend it. Ultimately, that is the purpose of having and saving and working. Isn’t that why we’re all hustling away in college right now anyway? We’re dropping literally thousands of dollars for a piece of paper that will allow us to make money. Yay for uplifting thoughts!!!

I splurge on a few things:

  • Coffee shops. I know that if I actually make the effort to go to a coffee shop off campus, I will sit and work for anywhere between two and six hours with my trusty black tea latte by my side. (Or laptop. Same thing.) It’s worth the $5 four times a week, in my mind. It’s the only way I know how to #college.
  • Fitness thingys. This one is definitely something I have to watch myself on… I JUST WANT ALL THE NICE YOGA PANTS!!! But I splurge on fitness plans that I know I will love (check out my faves here), protein powder, and B12/iron supplements, because I don’t eat meat and if I wanna get the #gainz, I gotta splurge on these items. Also, gad to get to the gym, lol.
  • Clean foods. I’ll probably be making a post about “clean” foods within the coming weeks, but essentially, I try to eat a lot of fruits and vegetables and whole grains. I also try to make it a priority to eat organic and locally-grown foods. These foods tend to be more expensive for a range of reasons, but I think it’s worth the extra money.
  • Clothes that I’ve been wanting for more than, like, a week. An example of this that comes to mind is a maroon jacket. I have wanted a maroon jacket for over a year now, and I finally found the #dream #jacket at Ragstock in August. You can bet I made that purchase! I love it and I wear it all the time because I knew I wanted it for a really long time.

Don’t feel guilty about spending money on the items that make you happy! I always ask myself if having something will actually improve my quality of life, and if I *genuinely* believe that it will (I don’t want momentary, fleeting happiness from material items), I make the purchase. Don’t second-guess yourself. You know yourself best!


We are on this crazy weird and incredibly emotional ride together. We all feel like we’re failing miserably and flailing in superdeep water that’s constantly dragging us down by the second. But hey, at least we are all having this human experience together, right? Life is weird but we don’t really have an option to not partake, so we might as well make mistakes and learn what we can from them.

quarter one & sophomore year goals

i cannot believe that september is upon us–and almost halfway though, at that! autumn is by far my favorite time of year, so bring on the psl and big sweaters and orange leaves.

i wrote in my previous post that i would be writing about my fall goals soon, so as promised, here is my #goals post! my goals are broken down into two major categories: fall quarter and 2016-2017 school year goals. i also took lauren gleisberg’s advice this year and categorized my goals into four subsections: personal, professional, nutritional, and fitness-related.

quarter one goals


1.) journal. i’ve been journaling since seventh grade (excluding my elementary school journals about my various crushes, such as the oh-so-dreamy zac efron and daniel radcliffe), and i want to continue to do so. the goal i’ve set for myself is four times per week.

2.) date myself. as in: spend time with me. find new restaurants and coffee shops. explore more open mic opportunities and write love letters and songs and poems for me. fall in love with myself.

3.) begin again. this one is probably the most important goal i’ve set for myself. this year, i live in a new building with new roommates who i hadn’t met in person before saturday. i have a new job and a new church and new classes and a new major. i want this year to be completely different from last year. everything that happened during my freshman year has elapsed, and now i can use what i learned to make future decisions, grow, and love. i am a brand-new person.


1.) continue to refine my passions. interview child protection workers, advocates, and hospital social workers about their careers. invest myself in my job–i am an assistant preschool teacher this year! continue to learn about what interests me.


1.) run two miles. last week, i ran one mile without stopping for the first time ever! it might seem like a small feat, but it’s something that i’ve never been able to do before, and i’m pretty excited about it. it took me ten weeks to get there, and if i work on it consistently, i believe i could run at least two consecutive miles by the end of this ten-week quarter.

2.) complete my weight training program. i have two weeks left of lauren gleisberg’s weight training program, and then i will repeat phases i and ii, which will bring me to the close of quarter one.


1.) do some preliminary research about macros. what are they, and how are they beneficial/detrimental? create a game plan for counting macros in a positive, healthy way.

2.) limit sweets. i have such a sweet tooth–i will almost always choose sweet over savory! this is my biggest downfall with everything nutrition. it’s also why i always have a pack of sugar-free mango gum with me, because my brain thinks it’s sweet and it’s so much better than eating dessert every day!

school year goals


1.) stay true to myself. i know beyond anyone else what i think is right and wrong, and i know from past experience that my gut is usually right, so i want to trust myself and my judgement before anything or anyone else’s.

2.) learn how to be alone. this is a serious struggle for me. i find myself constantly wanting to be around people and doing things and having to-do lists. i don’t like to be alone; it makes me uncomfortable. this quarter, i want to learn how to be alone in my dorm, in my academic buildings, on the light rail, in my car, studying, sleeping. i want it to be a joyous thing, being alone. i want to know myself more, which i believe is best done through aloneness.

3.) blog. self-explanatory! i am making it a personal goal to blog at least once or twice per week this quarter, which forces myself to a) take time to reflect, and b) have some kind  of accountability!


1.) begin searching for internship opportunities. interview social workers, research personal interests, and trust myself.

2.) continue to plan for the future. meditate on grad school, study abroad, internships, the peace corps, etc.


1.) continue with lauren’s plan. (here’s my post about that!) after completing the program, repeat phase i and phase ii. remember why i set out on this journey. research new plans for winter quarter.

2.) sign up for (and complete) a 5k. i hate running, but this is something i’ve wanted to do for a long time. and who knows, maybe i’ll end up falling in love with running the way i have with weight lifting!


1.) learn about macros. this is something i’ve put off for a while, because i know that i have a tendency to let counting anything nutrition-related become obsessive and extremely negative. i want to learn about macros and devise a way to loosely keep track of my macros in a healthy, positive way.

2.) continue to limit sweet things. read above!

i also made a list of some words i strive to be this year:




immensely positive

full of integrity





that’s my list of goals for the upcoming months! i am excited about the now, and i am equally excited for what’s to come. as always, thanks for reading, and i’ll see you soon.