Category: Journal Entries

Sometimes, I cannot help but think life would be easier if things weren’t so difficult. If everything just went the way I planned. If it weren’t so hot on a long run, if there wasn’t traffic on the way to work, and if I didn’t need to be on hold for fifteen minutes. Life would… Read more

Have you ever free climbed up the side of a mountain, on your hands and knees, with almost no crevices to place your feet, and nothing to stop you from sliding off if you lose your footing? I have, it’s horrifying, and last year, it was the hardest thing I’d physically ever done. When I… Read more

I meant to write this almost a month ago; I meant to do a lot of things almost a month ago. But I had a health scare, then devastating news, then I went on a trip, then I got stuck in Sydney, then I worked a lot, and everything I usually do at the beginning… Read more

The beginning of last week was an absolute dumpster fire of bad news. The kind of news that leaves you crippled on your bed while you cry. Sometimes, it feels like right when life starts to pick up and get better, I’m kicked down even harder. But you know what? It’s going to be okay.… Read more

Part of my to-do list for this week on my self-proclaimed happiness for beginners journey, was to watch the movie adaptation of Happiness for Beginners. Lets just say it took less than fifteen minutes into the movie and there were enough, “No no, in the book…” moments to frustrate me into pausing it and finding… Read more

You know what I love almost more than anything? Flowers. I’m one of those incredibly sappy, hopeless romantic people who thinks that the giving and receiving of flowers is poetic and beautiful. It’s not the smell, not necessarily the look, it’s the sentiment. It’s the idea of a person seeing something beautiful, thinking of you,… Read more

I turned twenty-five last week. I’ve made twenty-five full rotations around the sun, I’ve had happy birthday sang to me twenty-five times, and I’ve opened a present twenty-five years in a row. I’m halfway to fifty, a quarter of the way to one hundred. By all the standards I set for myself, I really thought… Read more

I’m sitting at my kitchen table, writing on my laptop, surrounded by the few items that are mine. I am home. Well, I have moved into what is to be my home, but honestly, it doesn’t feel like mine yet. I look around the open living room, my bedroom, and my bathroom, and I don’t… Read more

Sometimes, I like to imagine what me at different stages of my life would think of me in the present. How would fifteen year old Molly feel knowing that I’m currently living abroad in Australia? She would absolutely flip out. How would me two years ago feel? She’d say that’s never going to happen, and… Read more

One week ago, I sat on a rock by a river, and I poured out my soul. I laid down everything, I came to the end of me, and I surrendered. Last week, I was faced with a reality I didn’t want, but one I needed. Last week, I was terrified of moving, of the… Read more