Leah Q. Adult-in-Training

           Life, it’s this complicated, all encompassing word. No one really knows what it means or, even how it’s supposed to work. It’s just this word we’re theoretically supposed to transform into a verb but, to live is to what exactly? There are so many different ways you can look at life, through rose-colored glasses, or with a viewpoint that’s tinged less with rose and more with an overwhelming dose of realism. There’s always something you can take away from an experience, you gather insight and experience and then you modify it into some sort of resolution, hopefully one that’s benefiting you in someway, whether it be emotionally or, something a little more material. Life is complicated to say the least but, there are numerous ways in which you can choose to look at it. As you ascend into adulthood you assume a stance, a theme that you exude in the decisions you make about your life. There are many paths you can take but, positi...

          I first want to preface this blog by saying I am not a man-hater nor am I judgmental of the way some women choose to live their lives. Frankly I could care less about the choices of others, this blog is a representation of my choices so while reading this if something I say infuriates you just remember all statements are applicable to me and me alone, also probs not a good idea to take advice from me. There I said it, my PSA to all who choose to consume this post, you can’t say I didn’t warn you. Its come to light recently that dating as millennial freaking sucks. Yes this comes from a place of bitterness and yes I’m sure if I were in a relationship I would feel a significantly larger amount of optimism present in my life but, as we are about to discuss in great detail I am single…single A.F. and therefore bitter…bitter A.F. Besides being bitter I am also socially inept, at well… basically everything…everything that comes with interacting with the o...

Perfection, it’s this unattainable goal we all strive for. To be perfect is to be without fault or, is it? We are told what we should do but are we really learning what life is really about when everything goes perfectly?             As a woman I am told time and time again the traits I must have in order to get a man, to keep a man, to keep him happy but, what about keeping myself happy? You’ve got to have a nice rack and great hair but make sure it’s not too perfect because otherwise you’ll just be portrayed as a bimbo. A woman can’t be beautiful and smart, a woman can’t be fat and beautiful, beauty is paired with nothing. It is a trait that stands on its own making all other redeemable qualities pale in comparison. Face value is all we ever take people at but in actuality individuals are the epitome of complexity, of depth. Every decision we make is backed by experience and emotion but no one ever tries to understand the why. ...

         Change, it’s a word that invokes many reactions. On one hand you have the people who run toward it, they embrace everything it embodies wholeheartedly. Whether it’s an attempt to fix their current reality into something resembling happiness or, to continue that high that allows them to adapt to an ever-changing environment. On the other hand you have people who run from change, who deem it unnecessary, those who find progress an idea of vulnerability that they are unwilling to approach. I can identify with both.             When Emaleigh died I experienced something I could never have imagined, a rush of emotion coming from all different sides that I couldn’t seem to handle. You’re given all of these issues that you need to fix but unlike a regular problem you can’t find the source. It’s something that seems to be forever unobtainable. I didn’t want change then. I wanted my reality to stay the sa...

           As much as I complain about Ohio looking the same, I can’t say that it looks ugly. It’s actually a pretty nice place, very picturesque, sort of Stepford and perfect but pretty nonetheless. I’ve been staring at this blank page on my Mac for the last 30 minutes thinking about what I want to write. I called my Mom instead of thinking about it, I guess I’m pretty good at procrastinating in literally every part of my life. I suppose I’ll just update you on my life, because I can’t seem to think about a topic of consequence, just be prepared for me to ramble. Although if any of you actually converse with me in real life you know that I tend to do that anyways.             I’ve been doing this internship thing in Ohio, it’s actually a lot harder than I thought. I have to say it made me question whether I was choosing the right major, if this is really what I want to do with my life. Coming back f...