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

Super Flower Blood Moon Eclipse Expialidocious

First, before you start reading, stop and look at the sky. No seriously, get off your butt and go look. Okay no. Stop. Don’t just glace at it. Take a few slow breaths in and out. …mmm….ahhh… Now look again, but this time really take it in and notice all the subtle details. Look deeply

The Tapestry Room

Hello! My name is Jen — welcome to The Tapestry Room! My idea for this site is to create a somewhat formal (but ridiculously informal) journal-type thing, where I share some of my thoughts and insights about the unfathomable power and love of the Universe, as well as embracing this insane—ly BEAUTIFUL human experience. It