Assorted Goods
Welcome to Assorted Goods, a place for everything that doesn’t quite fit anywhere else. Here, I’ll share a mix of thoughts, experiences, and stories—from the everyday to the unexpected. It’s a collection of whatever’s on my mind, and I’m excited to see where it takes us.
Me, Myself, and We
Let me tell you about the time I got lost in the merge. I went full throttle into premier league soccer...and NFTs. Yep, you read that right. I’m quite literally screaming internally writing this right now. I had no business being into “Web 3” (don’t even ask me what it is now) and waking up at 6 AM to watch the Tottenham Hotspurs. But I did it because I thought that’s what couples do—share the same hobbies. In a turn of events that shocked literally no one, that relationship didn’t last. And honestly, that phase of my life was a perfect data point and reminder that not everything has to be a couple’s hobby.
Don’t H8 Me (Or Do)
Instead of seeing their dislike as a personal failure, I now understand that it’s merely a reflection of their own preferences and biases. As long as I feel good about who I am and maintain my integrity, their opinion holds no power over me.
Peaches & Perception
Laugh loud or don't, be your juicy peach self or try a different fruit altogether. Just know that, regardless of your fruit preference, you are sexy, beautiful, and gorgeous. And there is someone out there who undoubtedly agrees.
Nine Hour Breakup Roadtrip
As the horizon welcomed us at the end of our drive, I realized that sometimes the hardest journeys are the most necessary. They force us to look in the mirror, to see not just the reflections of who we were with someone, but who we are capable of becoming because of them.
A Naked Little Pistachio
The armor I meticulously crafted to shield myself from pain and vulnerability may have inadvertently become a barrier to intimacy and authentic relationships.
Fairy Closure Mommy
No longer shall we be ensnared by the siren song of external validation, for we have discovered the sweet melody of self-assurance. Reflect, learn, and then let that sh*t go. Free yourself from seeking validation from others and embrace the freedom of owning your truth.
It’s Not You, It’s Not Me, It’s Us.
The time you’re attempting to confine a sea monster in a tiny box, remember – sometimes, it's alright to release your grip. (I predict you were pissing off the Kraken anyway.) It's okay to cherish the love you once shared while acknowledging that it's time to move forward. By doing so, you're not only opening doors to new opportunities for yourself but also for your partner. ‘Tis what love is all about.
Credentials and Confessions
If I haven’t earned your trust quite yet, that’s okay, I get it. But I’m going to keep showing up and sharing my stories. I'm not a genius who graduated from an Ivy League school or an astronaut with an out-of-this-world perspective. I'm a regular-degular 28-year-old girlie pop who's navigating life as a baby adult just like the rest of you. But I am raw and I am honest. And I hope that is enough.
Hello from the Other Side (of My Depression)
I'm sharing my story in such detail because I want everyone reading this to understand the stark contrast between the persona a person can project and the thoughts floating in their head. Despite considering myself a generally bubbly person – full of smiles, laughter, and joy – I was simultaneously battling the darkest depths of my own mind, silently hovering my finger over the self-destruct button.