I’ve always valued my alone time, but I also enjoy leading a relatively busy life. Unfortunately in the world of a communication major, this means alone time is rare – it is communication after all, which normally implies more than one person is involved.
I bring this up because I have been busting my butt to exert all effort possible in my three classes, on-campus job, job at the St. Cloud…
Here’s the short version of this post for those of you with attention span issues: I spent four days in August with 6,000 alcoholics – 6,000 people just like me regardless of gender, age, history, hometown. I spent four days with these people and had the f***ing time of my life.
Here’s the long version for those of you who feel so inclined to continue reading.
I spent this time in San Antonio,…
For the first time in my journalistic career, I am really struggling with the personal vs. professional line. A friend and classmate recently died, and as the editor of the paper, I need to choose how to cover the event in a timely matter, but still be sensitive to the family and friends. Any advice would be appreciated.
This is how I am feeling. Sums it up…
No worries, I’m still alive. I’ve had a crazy few weeks with leaving New Jersey and coming back to Minnesota, then having to pack right back up and move to school for SENIOR YEAR. I promise I’ll get back to it soon.
This may be the absolute best article I have ever read pertaining how to treat a sober friend:
Worth the read. Click here.
After browsing through the archives of my personal blog during the peak of my use (sophomore year of college), I realized something: I made so many damn excuses.
Nothing was my fault. But more importantly, nothing was my good friend Alcohol’s fault.
I can see that so clearly now when reading through old posts where I had written about feeling depressed, having strained friendships, being…
*This is not intended come off as if sobriety is the choice for everyone, or that I am better than anyone – this is simply my personal experience put to words.
Fifteen months ago today, at 20 years old, I took my last sip of alcohol.
“Your last sip ever? You’re never going to drink again?” I face that question so often these days and there is really no response I have found adequate yet.
He was never mine to care about, so letting him go shouldn’t be an issue. Right?
As usual, I have only myself to blame for this predicament. I knew it wouldn’t turn into anything legitimate – of that he was perfectly clear, which I appreciated and agreed to. Past Beth would have turned away that instant because of my tenancy to become attached, and as a result, hurt. But present Beth said, “You…
“When you take part in a casual relationship, there are no rules. While this may sound amazing, it’s actually the worst thing ever. Not knowing where you stand with someone is exhausting and complicated.”