Welcome to Crying in Cursive.
I'm glad you're here :)

According to my age (25), I'm officially an adult... but in this space, I am allowing myself to find my inner child and will be as messy (and cute) as I need in order to find my way in a world that is seemingly just as messy (but not so cute).

 

I graduated college in 2022 with a degree in exercise science. Guess what I've never used... my degree in exercise science! The expectation of knowing what you want to do for the rest of your life at 18 years old should be illegal. There I was, stuck in what felt like a quarter life crisis, 3 years into what I thought would be my lifelong career.

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Now, I’m in graduate school for counseling, learning how to sit with emotions... mine included. Between classes, readings, self-reflection, and the occasional existential crisis, I’m doing my best to keep my head above water. Self-care comes and goes, balance feels elusive, but when I catch it, it’s worth it.

 

I live with my cat, Polly (the love of my life), and work at a day spa. Most days, I am somewhere between feeling grounded and wanting to quit everything and disappear into the countryside with a notebook and a glass of wine. Maybe just to avoid the unbearable modern-day expectations this society has created.

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This blog is my soft place to land. A home for disoriented thoughts, honest reflections, and poetic moments from a twenty-something learning how to be human. If you’re also trying to stay afloat, make meaning, and feel a little less alone while doing it… welcome. I saved you a seat.