Out of the Jar

Today has pleasantly unfolded in the most organic way.

Brunch, gardens and seeds, Diesel, thrifting, new friends, and trading bike maintenance for beers. That’s my kind of completely unplanned day.

Every once in a while I post on Tumblr when I’m sick.

So now I can track what times of the year I tend to keel over from the common cold, how often I get cough drops stuck to my tongue ring, and why drinking tea with tons of honey will save me from this hell.

preferred pronouns update

I’m now going by singular they/them. :)

My legal name change is finally in the works.

:) 

I ghostrode my most recent DIY bike project home.

She’s a 1976 Schwinn Traveler III road bike that I’m converting to a single-speed/fixie.

:)

I’m spreading myself too thin.

It’s only the fourth week of classes. Uhh

And the bright side of losing my wallet

it’s a great time to make my name change official!

Anonymous asked: in the last year: biggest achievements? biggest regrets?

Achievements:

1. Pushing campus initiatives forward! Northeastern’s Registrar has agreed to create a preferred name and gender policy after a year of fighting bureaucracy! Updating the non-discrimination policy at Northeastern to include “gender identity and expression.” 
2. Working as a youth educator, both as a cycling instructor with Boston Bikes and as a gardening instructor with the Conservancy’s Youth Leadership Program. Writing handbooks for both programs.
3. Improving my cooking, specifically my chef’s knife skillz and my knowledge of spices and flavors.
4. Coming back into my own. Making it a priority to keel over laughing at least once a day.

Regrets:

1. Continuing to hurt the people I care about the most.
2. Not wandering over to Berlin while in Europe. 
3. Only swimming three times this past summer.
4. Getting so busy this fall that I stopped cooking homemade meals for two months.

last day at my fall internship

holy shit, is this really over?!

i hadn’t picked up my journal in six months.

it had become a log of heartbreak, disappointments, and anxiety. so i stopped writing in it. i had one rule for writing anything down: never look back. 

but i couldn’t really seem to follow it. so i hid my journal amongst piles of class notes and books. tucked away in a corner, thinking to myself “out of sight, out of mind.” 

i don’t know why i felt the need to retrieve it from its hiding spot. i saw this one coming and it’s definitely a conversation we had been needing to have for a while. flipping through its pages, the word autonomy underlined at the top of a page stands out. 

kalemason asked: I don't think I've asked you yet, but what are your preferred pronouns?

I go by feminine pronouns, but I answer to “sir.” Being from the South, I like saying “ma’am” with a bit of an accent on it, but I cringe when someone calls me it. Thanks for asking :)

sigh.