The same summer I went vegetarian, I quit soccer and joined the cross country team. The two events were unrelated, but at soccer practice they talked about how I’d “changed.”
Little did they—or I—know that the transformation had barely begun.
The same summer I went vegetarian, I quit soccer and joined the cross country team. The two events were unrelated, but at soccer practice they talked about how I’d “changed.”
Little did they—or I—know that the transformation had barely begun.
When it comes to traveling on a budget, I’ve relied heavily on several resources to make my plans into reality. Many of the resources below have been mentioned in some of my other posts because they became integral to a particular trip or adventure. I highly recommend checking them out if you’re planning a trip anytime soon.
To the English teachers, math teacher, music teachers and all the others who kept me sane,
Thank you. I know I’ve said it before. But it’s been a couple of years now and I’m still feeling that I haven’t provided sufficient thanks.
This year, National Eating Disorder Awareness Week is hitting at a time when I need the reminder of all the support available. The perfect week for that nudge to take a look at what has helped me get to where I am, and to remind me of all the reasons I have to continue pursuing recovery. Sometimes, internal factors cause this kind of slump in my brain and make me reach for old coping mechanisms. But often, it’s external. It’s hard not to look around and see everyone employing the very tactics that lead me to an eating disorder. That’s what I want to share this week.
Snow days were a big deal in my household. With four school-going people in the house between my sisters, my mother (a seventh-grade teacher) and I, the prospect of an unplanned day off was positively magical and treated with the utmost importance.
Today marks the last day of my first 30ish day challenge. This January, I have written for at least thirty minutes each day.