My Ukulele and Turning 24

Today I’ve been playing my ukulele and it got me thinking. Almost three years ago (my birthday is tomorrow) on my 21st birthday, at the end of a long day, as I was walking in to what I knew would be a long rehearsal, my friends greeted me at the door with cake and music…

A Post About Accountability and How I Seem to Have None

I’m struggling to hold myself accountable. For writing in this blog. For submitting pieces to be published. For writing something to new everyday. For job hunting. Should I go on? Accountability is different when the only one holding you accountable is yourself. I’m not very good at doing that. My favorite thing about school was…

How I Became a Compulsive List-Maker

I’ve recently fallen into a habit of list-making. But “habit” might not be a strong enough word. I hate to use the word “compulsive,” but lately that’s what I’ve felt it has turned into — a compulsive need. I cannot get through a day without crossing something off the list. There have been too many…

The Paper Kites, and Other Music to Breathe To

Words can’t express to you how important music is to me. In fact, isn’t that how music came about in the first place? Because words alone aren’t enough? Sometimes I forget how much I need music to function — not only that, but to create, to have the chance to feel the emotions I didn’t…