Not to sound like Charles Dickens, but the 19th year for me was simultaneously the best year of my life and the worst year of my life. That’s because I was going through a transition phase in my life that I’m sure a lot of people go through, but for some reason in the moment I couldn’t see it and thought, in such a cliché way, that I was the only one going through it. And the funny thing is, I bet there are other people out there who have felt this exact feeling before as well so isn’t it ironic that whenever we think we are the only one going through something, we can’t possibly be if other people think this too?

I wish I had thought about this bit of irony at nineteen, but since I didn’t, all I could do was reflect and move on. It’s a part of who I am though, so I can’t say I will ever forget about it. I mean, I really doubt if you’ve ever been so low you just wanted it all to end you could ever forget about that time in your life. Without getting into all the gory details, what I learned from this experience was you can quit school, you can quit your job, you can quit whatever you want, but the one thing you can’t quit is your life. On top of that, you are the only one who can make the decision to peel yourself off of rock bottom and make the necessary changes to realize not quitting your life.


And that is why I wore a panda sweater.

The other day I found out giraffes are getting close to extinction. (Yeah, Google it.) That’s like telling me no one uses cups anymore when brushing their teeth. Or that there’s a pile of all my dead skin cells over a lifetime hanging out somewhere.

Even though I have no direct control over the giraffe population, there’s a huge part of me that wants to make a Gandalf and say, “this giraffe population declining shall not pass!” Because it’s just not how things are supposed to be.

Giraffes are one of the first animals you learn about as a kid in school. Along with the elephant and lion. They can’t go away. Forever. They just can’t. It wouldn’t make sense.