To Be Interesting

To my future daughter/son/human,

Above all, I hope that you are interesting.

I hope this because I think that this is the best thing that a person can be. You will sometimes be selfish and loud and kind and transparent and honest and tired and inspiring and guilty. Because we all are, sometimes. You will be called a lot of things and you will call yourself different things. But I hope, most of all, that you are interesting.

Interesting people are three-dimensional and imperfect and messy. They do things because they are drawn to them and they do them well. And if they don’t do them well, they try it again or they try something better. Interesting people have things about them that you can’t guess by looking at their shoes. Interesting people have stories that are not all good but not all bad. They are chasing things and when those things no longer serve them they chase more things. They are not stagnant or passive or bored. I hope you are interesting. Because this world is your canvas and you don’t have to be good at coloring in the lines or shading the sides of mountains to make an interesting painting. Interesting people surprise themselves. At 6 or 16 or 60. Interesting people grow and change and evolve and know that that is a good thing. I hope you swim in deep sea caves and fly on clouds because the middle ground is flat. Interesting people are not always happy. They are in fact, rarely content. Because being content means safety means settling means beige. And you darling, are not beige.

Those things that you think in the dark and that worry you that you might be insane will make you sparkle but you have to find your sunlight to do so. Interesting people struggle and my dear, I hope you find no shortage of struggles because that means you are moving something bigger than you. Interesting people move the heavy boulders and not just for the hell of it. Interesting people create and transform and remove and replace. You are not meant to ignore the music in your blood. I hope you are interesting because I know you will be strong and worried and smart and half-crazy and wonderful. And I hope you don’t shut all of that down in an effort to be okay. Because simply being okay is not interesting.


A Very Short List of Things to Be Thankful For:

A Very Short List of Things to Be Thankful For:


  1. marshmallows
  2. moms
  3. days off
  4. homes
  5. brothers
  6. waffles
  7. clean clothes
  8. dishwashers
  9. sleeping in
  10. books you haven’t read but people recommend
  11. sisters
  12. fridays
  13. worn sweatshirts
  14. The Office
  15. old women who call you sweetie
  16. modern medicine
  17. haircuts
  18. best friends
  19. ohio state
  20. mini shampoo and conditioner bottles
  21. brand new notebooks
  22. favorite sweaters
  23. the weird voice your best friend always does to make you laugh
  24. completed to-do lists
  25. future plans
  26. movie theater popcorn
  27. trying a new thing at your favorite restaurant and liking it even more than your old favorite
  28. smoothies
  29. holiday themed anything
  30. sunrises
  31. getting to sleep through sunrises
  32. family home videos
  33. cancelled class
  34. random happy texts
  35. getting tagged in a dog video on Facebook
  36. naps
  37. smiling at strangers but not in a scary way
  38. bad pictures of your ex
  39. home smells
  40. not being out of milk
  41. living near a Chipotle
  42. coupons for things you had to buy anyways
  43. Zara
  44. naturally good hair days
  45. when your favorite artist releases a new album on a Tuesday
  46. solid ted talks
  47. memes
  48. memes
  49. dads
  50. tests that you thought you failed but you didn’t fail
  51. Netflix recommendations
  52. turning in a giant research paper a day in advance
  53. free samples
  54. having a full tank of gas
  55. ice cream
  56. being alive at the same time as Betty White

Home Feelings

There it was. That feeling. Something in between petting a Golden Retriever and birthday candles. I call it a “home feeling.” It’s that feeling you get deep down in your stomach somewhere when something is truly and deeply right for you. Kind of like the opposite of nausea. The first time I felt it I was picking a college. Since then, it’s gotten louder and louder. I feel it in career paths, organizations, internships, human beings. Since I’ve started listening, it has never steered me wrong. Some people call it a gut feeling or intuition or following your heart or something. I don’t know what the heck it is but I hope that at some point in your life you feel it and you follow it blindly.

Trust it. That pit in your intestines? Do not automatically WebMD it and diagnose yourself with cancer like I typically do; it might your intuition telling you get out, this ain’t right, keep searching, move along ok! When in doubt, trust yourself. Our brains are analytical, made of lists and words and chaos that can get overwhelming really fast. Simplify it to a feeling. This is the stuff of magic anyways. Yes, do the math, make the pro/con chart, Venn diagram it if you have to. But ultimately, don’t ignore that push. Big decisions should feel like taking off your skinny jeans and seeing your bed at the end of a long day. Home, right, good. Be in tune with yourself and run to your home.