"You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection."
I didn’t see her at first. She was asleep in a tiny ball, a lot like the one she’s currently sleeping in next to me. Her nose was pushed up against the glass, and she had two tiny brown dots above her eyes, which were pressed shut. I still swear to this day that those tiny brown dots are the reason she’s here…
WINTER BREAK: WHAT TO WATCH
After semesters of exhaustive performance classes, memorizing lyrics, and enduring nightmares about whether my margins were correct on the twenty five-page paper I had just handed in on Victor Herbert, I would relish in the weeks spent doing nothing but scrolling, socializing, binge-watching, and sitting on the couch in the same pair of cozy sweatpants with dogs at my feet.
the big ask
Nobody enjoys feeling vulnerable. In the moment, it’s very difficult to embrace the power that accompanies that openness. Vulnerability is debilitating for me. I feel nauseous, immobile, overwhelmed, and almost immediately exhausted. My jaw tenses and can barely speak. I don't cry or burst into tears. Instead, I run. Earlier this week, I listened to a podcast about gratitude. Inspired, I sat down and closed my eyes…