Kendra Syrdal

We were at a bar. She was adorable. Everyone noticed. And I left with her. The end.

No. No, I don’t “even like you.”

Since Sephora took away a rent payment from me this year, it’s safe to say I bought a lot of skincare.

Change has never been something I welcomed into my home. And that’s speaking both metaphorically and literally.

She goes to yoga regularly and is never the person late for class, dodging around bodies in shavasana and offering that “so sorry!!” shrug/smile as she tries to squeeze her mat in last minute.

you you you

If you shit yourself on stage, if everything falls apart, you can go somewhere new and build something new. You can always rebuild from ruin.

Give me something I can do something with

Because you’re you.

Three stupid little words and flurry of ellipses where I wish there could be a period instead.

Just five more minutes. Let’s just stay in this part.

Repeat it until it’s true. Repeat it until everyone believes it. Repeat it until you can force yourself to believe it too.

When I brought Nukka (pronounced noo-ka) home in August of 2010, her first reaction was to jump on my face and claw me playfully.

I don’t fit in here.

Someday none of this will matter.

I’m keeping things to myself in a way I never have before and it feels like the most risqué things I’ve done in years.

Always remember that altars are personal, so it’s always your personal preference and practice above all else when assembling your altar.

These are the holidays that celebrate the changing seasons and cycles of life and celebrate the Earth and all that it gives to us.