What A Sports Injury Taught Me About Risk-Taking

I spotted him the second I turned around. He was a couple of yards in front of me. I had just sprinted fifty yards but the cheetah inside me wasn’t giving up now. His back was toward me. The ball was by his side and I assumed he would turn soon. I was the only obstacle between him and the goal. The turf glistened in the sun and a light breeze cooled the sweat running down my face. I kept a close watch on him, trying not to blink. Out of nowhere, he…

How Adulthood Helped Me Unmask The Real Treat Behind Halloween

Halloween is my favorite holiday. When I was younger, it was a full-blown festival. Halloween started the weekend before October 31st, with a costumed family pumpkin-carving party. It continued with a costume parade at school on the day-of and an evening of trick-or-treating with friends. The grand finale involved my parents hosting their friends with beer and pizza while us kids took to the living room floor for candy-categorization and trading. Halloween made me endlessly happy. Sure, what’s not to love about Halloween for a kid? You get to stay up later than usual so that your…

Why My Post-College Life Is About To Get Schooled

When the time came, I wasn’t ready to graduate college. Emotionally ready, I mean. Logistically, I had the requirements met and the classes passed. Emotionally, however, I wasn’t the person who, four years prior, I imagined graduating from college. I imagined someone glorious, defined by significant scientific discovery, large-scale philanthropic impact, employment at her dream job, and having found a future husband. If I could have chosen when I’d graduate from college, it would certainly not have been as soon as I did. Hell, I might still be there. Despite lowering myself to the floor sobbing the night…

Somewhere, My Dog is Dancing With the Zebra

It has been a hard summer. Not just because of yesterday, but we’ll get there.The past several months have taxed me with a growing stress of trying to do and be too much. While some of this stress was self-inflicted, others of it were caused by forces outside my control. The worst part was that, as this stress multiplied like cancerous cells, I didn’t let myself slow down. How could I? There was too much to do. Too much to be. With a relentless adherence to my routine, I ignored…