The Real Life
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Work has been stressing me out. But when I feel the tension in my neck and my heart beating hard enough that my Oura ring thinks I’m doing a Power Yoga session (No joke – every day at work this week, it’s logged it as Yoga), I take a deep breath and just remember how…
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I’m not here to tell you what to do. This (thankfully) isn’t my early 2000s yahoo forum, “Ask Kayla”. I simply want to tell a story that’s my own, although I’m sure many of you can relate. The perfect body. It’s what I’ve always wanted since I had my first Barbie. But it took nearly…
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If I haven’t mentioned this before, or if you’re just joining me, I have three black cats. Please meet: Devi – AKA: Devi von Snicklefritz, Devs, Ms. Devi, The Queen, Bitch, Deborah, and my little Panther. 11 years old, and coincidentally has the same birthday as Jane Austen. Damien – AKA: The Toe Eater, TSA…
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It started with high hopes and unrealistic New Year goals. But things aren’t looking great – and although it’s only mid-year, I think it’s time to accept my to-be-read pile, will not-be-read. I blame it on the cat book. “I am a Cat” by Soseki sounded like such a great idea to start off the…
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I lost my tooth yesterday, but I don’t want to talk about that. What’s actually bothering me (other than my reflection in the mirror lately), is that I’m not reading as much as I’d like. I was going to say, “as much as I do”, but I actually do want to read more so that…
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I’m thinking of bringing back some blog posts. Hence, this post. I have things to say, but not enough ears in my actual life to feed. It’s not like it’s anything profound – it’s honestly the most mundane topics that I want to talk about. I journal too, but this feels like a step up…
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I read recently (as of this morning in fact) about the concept of eternal recurrence, the idea that we might be reliving the same moments over and over again due to the entropic nature of the universe. I’m sure you’d agree it is a profound and thought-provoking one – and perhaps a bit scary. It’s…
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Not even seated,Your final goodbyes start toDevour my heart. I knew it was bad when I broke down at my desk. I could feel my head swelling and the air getting thinner. I still tried to keep it together. I may have made it until he asked “How are you feeling?”. I was never a…
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It was at a concert when I thought of you. The man on stage screamed into the mic, as I sipped on my red wine that was served gracefully in a plastic cup. I nodded my head to the music as though I understood. But I was thinking of you and our last conversation – or…
Simply Kayla 