Thoughts Unsorted
An ongoing collection of questions, observations and things I’m still figuring out. Writing about the inner life, the everyday, and what happens when we pay a little closer attention.
A selection of essays from my own personal project.
If you can’t stand being alone with yourself, you’re not ready to be with someone else either.
I say it with love, because I used to be the girl who’d stare at “read 47 minutes ago” and wonder why he still hasn’t responded. Not romance. Absolutely not. That was a very small life with one source of light in it. Or so it felt.
How you spend your alone time now sets the foundations for how you’ll spend it the rest of your life.
Somehow, five became six. These are the books I keep putting into other people’s hands, and why.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s figuring out someone’s sense of taste, and finding a book I’d give them. Tell me what you’re going through, your doubts, your experiences, what kind of person you are, and most often, I’ll think of something.
But then there are books I recommend basically indiscriminately, time and time again. The ones I keep coming back to, mentioning in conversations, and thinking about years after I’ve read them.
On free-falling, side-door saves, and why I keep hitting send.
Three days before I left the country for exchange, my subletter cancelled.
A week before I was supposed to graduate, I was told I was three credits short.
Both times, I was deep in finals, balancing exams and moving across the world. Let’s just say, none of it was needed.
If you enjoy following a thought a little further, you can find me on Thoughts Unsorted.