I recently read Forever… by Judy Blume and it really made me think about first love and the choices we make when it comes to dealing with our past realtionships.

Some people believe the moment you are born, you start to die; I happen to be one of those people. I also happen to believe imminent death is motivation enough to live everyday to the fullest—I only regret the things I have not done.

When I was young (compared to my ripe old age of 22) I wanted to be so many different things when I grew up that I had trouble picking that one job that would fulfill …

Every once in a while you need to shock your system into reminding you that there’s more to life than the 12 inches in front of your face.  In my (and many people’s) case, that …

Bearing witness to a friend’s existential crisis between Nevada and the Pacific.

As I looked out from the window of the airplane heading from Narita, Japan to Los Angeles in the December of 2008, a stub of a one-way flight ticket in my hand, I reminisced on how the year started, and wondered where my life was headed.

What is the difference between knowing what works for you and knowing what is keeping you, and your tummy, in that rut (or gut)? When is it time to move on? Whatever we choose to do is not mandated by absolute rule. We are accustomed to streamlining our lives, but maybe categorized iPhone contact lists can often cut us off from a comprehensive view, and from a balanced social circle.

Never mind that I probably should have worried about the symbolism or psychology behind her wanting to literally label things…