Some days I still freak out. Some days I still feel bits and pieces of the me who I’ve long since outgrown. In those moments I breathe and reboot. I recall all I’ve done and gone through to become the person I am. I remember all the people I’ve met along the way who I’ve…
#MisaventureChronicles: Retail Today
Observing a mother and child on the toy section. Child is RIPPING apart our displays, opening boxes of toys. Throwing things on the floor. I passed them THREE times hoping the mother would say something to him for misbehaving. Child: Mommy I’m sweating! I’m really sweating! Mother: *continues to shop* Child: Mommy, mommy I’m really…
This Stop: (WR)e(CK)xpectation
In my last blog I spoke about meeting ourselves where we are in the present moment. To focus on our “right nows” and not “should bes”. Its funny however, when we realize just how difficult that actually is. People often refer to the phrase, “easier said then done” when speaking about taking action. Oh how…
29: An Ode to Socrates (or someone like him)
This is what 29 looks like. At least the grainy, Samsung Nook Tablet, just got off work with a book in my lap kind of version of it anyway. Just 2 days after my 29th birthday I’m sitting here on my couch in my newly moved into still unpacked apartment simply blown away that I…
Rants in 30: Just Do the Goddamn Dishes
I’m generally a ranting and raving person. I’m pretty sure I get it from my mother, who to this day still rants to herself. (She thinks because she does in more of a whisper than a shout that we don’t notice.) But I do it all the time. So I figured with a blog titled…
New (misad)Ventures
So something pretty cool happened about a month ago. I was contacted by another blog site to come on as a content contributor. I am super stoked at this opportunity to broaden my reach and strengthen my skill as a writer & blogger. My Trending Stories (MTS) is sort of similar to Thought Catalog and…
a gypsy promise
it’s in the crook of my finger and the look in my eye with the twist of my tongue your world is changed forever. from first word till last my truth is a gift to you. a promise. no matter the time. minutes. hours. years. never again will you feel the way you feel with me….
Row 3, Space 2: Where Everything Will Fit
I’m sure there’s some statistic somewhere that says x% of people have worked in a retail environment at one point or another. Some do it for the summer in high school to support their latest iPhone addiction their parents finally made them pay for, others do it to get through college years and pay for their…
A Funny Little Story of Friendship
Twenty-one. That’s how old I was when I first met Sheryl Stroud. It was 2009. She was a vibrant, friendly, no-nonsense woman with whom I had been playing phone tag. I was on the hunt for a new job and had put my resume out on some websites hoping for a bite. I can’t remember…
Caution When Adulting
This is why I don’t “adult.” Today I attempted to be a grown up after work, cook dinner, meal prep, do laundry, all that good stuff. The laundry facility in my complex uses a chip card instead of coins. I usually forget it upstairs and have to run back up. Which is the case in…
The Missadventure Chronicles 