On the evolution of thought

Coming back to school for my final semester of undergrad, I chewed through yet *another* career-life crisis. I claimed I was at a crossroads — that my decisions to be decided over the next 15 weeks would define the trajectory of my immediate post-grad plans. Talk about a lot of pressure on these barely-stable shins!


A poem by Bethany N. Bella | ‘bare bones‘

Seeds of Patience

Impatiently waiting for my body to heal, I don’t think I’ve learned this lesson quite yet.  I wrote that sentiment two injuries ago, last February in another case of misdiagnosed stress-fractures.

Year in Review 2017

It’s New Year’s Day, and I’m scrolling through my journey’s journals of the past 12 months. Come join me.