The world might try and tell you that what you spend your time on might not be for much.
That bustin yo butt to do well on something you care about isn’t worth it. That a project you canttttt stop thinking about isn’t allowed to happen.
There is just too much to be said about seasons.
Seriously — take a minute just to process the fact that there is a purposefully created period of time MEANT to be cold. Meant to be a just a lil bit darker than we’re comfortable with. Meant to be spent indoors. Meant to inspire environments of huddles, possibly getting the flu, contemplating what warmth would eventually feel like again.
Raise your hand if you’ve ever received an email from LinkedIn pushing you to celebrate someone starting a new job, and oh look! It’s someone you’re friends of friends with and oh look! They just got your dream job at your dream company in your dream city.
I’m scared to start fresh.
I’m scared to feel as overwhelmed as I did last semester. I’m scared to fail. I’m scared to let my guard down and be a lil wacky because all of a sudden it might mean I’m real and maybe I won’t like who I really am. I’m scared to fly down a hill too fast and lose my balance and tumble and break a figurative limb because I thought I could recklessly handle the busyness I felt drawn to join.
Hi, I'm Chlo.
I've been writing and reading and all the storytelling things since I learned as a kid that if you fold and staple construction paper together, it sort of looks like a real book. I have always craved soul serving stories- ones that melt like butter in your mind as you hear your heart explained out loud.
This here is my home away from home. When I'm not exploring neighborhood coffeehouses, driving down the Pacific Coast (again), or loving on all my people - I'm probably here, with you. Come on in! Scroll around. I hope you feel less alone.