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Back in January, I made a promise to myself that I was going to write two blog posts a week, every week, all year, no matter what. I needed to get back into writing. I needed to sit down and just do it already. I needed to push myself to have some discipline. For a while I was doing amazing with that goal, posting twice, every week, no matter what it took. There were times I'd spend my entire weekend at my laptop. There were nights I'd be up until 3am perfecting a post. There were days I'd wake up early...

Ten years ago I posted my first blog post. I'm not even going to bother to link to it because all it said was "this is my first blog post!!!" and then I announced that I was going to teach myself Movable Type because Movable Type was totally a thing and kind of like Wordpress but not Wordpress and I'm not even sure anyone uses it anymore. (Whatever, here it is if you really want to read it. I'll wait the two seconds for you to come back) But anyways. That was ten years ago. That was, according to my Wordpress...

The rehearsal room was packed with employees sitting in rows of fold-out metal chairs. I tapped my pen against my notepad remarking to a coworker next to me that I didn't even know why I'd brought one. I am currently just a temp at work. Though I'm filling in as the digital marketing coordinator, a role I held there for nearly five years before I quit to travel, right now, I'm just a temp. "Interim." So attending a quarterly company meeting, when I knew I wouldn't still be working there a quarter from now, had little to do with me. And...

You could say that my time at World Travel Market (this big deal exhibition in London where tourism boards from every country set up big elaborate booths and travel bloggers go around trying to get free trips or "form relationships" or whatever) was a complete failure. While many of my travel blogging friends had meeting left and right and schmoozed their way into a calendar full of press trips, I walked around aimlessly, avoiding eye contact, and just wanting to curl up in a corner and cry. And then a panda bear kind of molested me. And then a guy who owns...

It was a sign. I wasn't supposed to go to Ireland. I wasn't supposed to go to TBEX - the travel blogging conference I had been holding a ticket for for months. I was supposed to turn around and stay home and stay far away from traveling to a part of the world I couldn't afford to travel to in the first place. I had reluctantly boarded the plane to Dublin, Ireland that afternoon and, when it took off, right on schedule, I thought, "this is it, I'm actually still doing this." I was actually still doing this. Half an...

Five years ago today I posted my first blog entry. So much has changed since my first confused post. I switched blogging platforms. I went through a redesign. I got a passport. I went to Europe. I went to Europe again. I hooked up with two Canadians. I traveled the country. I drove to Alaska. I became a superfan of competitive eating. I quit my job. I found a new job. I saw free opera. I bought a DSLR. I bought a better DSLR. I watched my friends get married. I met my nephew. I got a masters degree. I...

Welcome to my new website! It's newer! It's cleaner! It's pinker! Nine months ago I broke my website. I was sad. But instead of going in and trying to fix it I left it be in hopes that it would serve as a catalyst to jumpstart a redesign....