Born This Way

I came out of the closet! Nope, not that one. A few months ago, I cleaned out a broom closet to create my work and meditation space, where I wouldn’t be disturbed and could do all my “weird”, sacred spiritual practices in one designated spot. It’s where I keep my crystals, candles, journals, incense, oracle/tarot

Let Your Soul and Spirit Fly into the Mystic

I speak so much about giving fear the middle finger, and I deeply believe in that. But right now, I’m really struggling with it. I’m struggling hard. Family has been such a huge part of my life, and I’ve conformed a lot of my life to my upbringing. Over the past few years, however, I’ve

Spiraling in Synchronicities

Where in Sam Hill did this year go? Like seriously…wtf? This year for me has been ca-ray-zy, to say the least. But at least growth has come from it all, eh? Dzamn. So anyway, is anyone setting any intentions for 2022? I have never really been one for New Year’s resolutions. They always seemed superficial

Step Up or Step Aside

My vocabulary sucks. It’s kind of embarrassing. I can string some words together somewhat coherently if I feel like it, and I’d like to think I have good grammar, but my vocabulary is on the level of about a 14-year-old. If I wasn’t a math nerd, my SAT score would’ve been even more embarrassing than

Labor Day Lifestyle

A couple months ago, I wrote about how I quit my job. Welp. Yeah. I did that again. *shrugs* No worries. Once again, I know, without a doubt in my being, that I did the right thing. I’ll be all right. This new job fell into my lap almost immediately after I put in my

Codependent Independence

Imagine little 23-year-old Jen, gettin’ down in her Camry to some “Independent Women” by Destiny’s Child. The shoes on my feet, I bought ’emThe clothes I’m wearin’, I bought ’emThe rock I’m rockin’, I bought it‘Cause I depend on me, if I want it… Giiiirrrll, I’ll throw my hands up at chu! Okay, I didn’t

Won’t You Help to Sing These Songs of Freedom?

This year’s Independence Day felt weird to me. Did it for anyone else, or am I the only one who felt super off and un-celebratory about the land of the free? *gasp* How unpatriotic! Whatever. Hear me out. Even though they have absolutely nothing to do with this post, I have to preface with these

(Bitter)Sweet Surrender

Soooo…I put in my two weeks’ notice at work. No, I don’t have another job lined up. No, I don’t know exactly what I’m meant to do next. No, I don’t care if you think I’m crazy. Non-hyperbole-ic-ly, I felt the call to do it deep in my soul. Like for real. That night when

Buyout Blues

Summer 2005 Gotta get some experience to put on my resume, so I’m sucking it up and working for free at my internship while working full-time at my summer retail job. It sucks but whatever. Gotta do what I gotta do. Let’s name my internship supervisor Jan. Jan is a very respected PhD scientist, has

Big Pharma Karma?

Seventeen. We’re 17 when we’re expected to figure out what we wanna do when we grow up–shoved off to college, the military, trade school, or full-time work. Merely children, who have no freaking clue about the world. I was a shy, insecure teenager, afraid of fully expressing myself — you could’ve classified me as a basic