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i just think that dabbling in many things but not being really good at any of them is soooo chic…me when i call myself a writer but haven’t finished a poem in four months…
Jan 26, 2024
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And a master of none of them
None of them at all
not even a little bit.
I am addicted to dabbling and think everyone should be. collect hobbies! And be good at none of them! Who cares! It’s silly! And so so so very fun!!
Feb 27, 2024
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One day I'm super into boxing, the next I'm buying a bike. I'm writing 1/4 of a screenplay, I'm learning to make 4-5 fancy cocktails. I'm ordering a jump rope, a kendama, a yo-yo. I'm attempting to learn tennis by hitting a ball against a wall for half an hour (once).
Picking up hobbies and then dropping them after a few tries is nothing to be ashamed of. It should not discourage you for fear of being called a quitter or flippant. The secret is knowing that you're better for getting out there and ceaselessly pursuing further opportunities for joy in your life.
Nov 3, 2023
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As someone who was always creatively inclined but hid myself away and suppressed my own voice for nearly a decade it has been so healing to put myself out there again and throw myself into experimenting with as many things as I can without shame! I love to keep myself busy and diversify my skillsets. Keeping myself intellectually stimulated is fulfilling to me and I wouldn’t have it any other way
Oct 9, 2024
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this time last year i would listen to this song every day on the subway to my mind-numbingly boring barista job. i worked eight hour shifts alone, serving the occasional customer but mostly just sitting around eating expired baked goods and staring down at my ten-year-old docs spattered with matcha and espresso, the soles crusted with sidewalk salt. i listened to Phair singing about closing her eyes and her bank account and needing someone to do her thinking for her, and i fantasized about walking away from the shapeless, sleepy postgraduate life i’d sunk into.
taking off my apron, abandoning the city and everyone who knew me there, getting on a train or a plane or just walking until i was swallowed by the sunset…it all sounds so trite now, but at the time i carried that idea around like a lucky charm. something to hold onto, to help me feel real. i thought it was the most romantic thing a girl could do. go west, young woman.
Jan 26, 2024
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spilling a spicy, fizzy, freshly cracked vanilla coke all over your grandmother’s vintage fur coat. smoky-sweet, loud, intoxicating. i can still smell this on the collar of the denim jacket i last wore five months ago 💞
Jan 27, 2024
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save me, huge cup of coffee with cardamom and cream…save me…
Jan 28, 2024