The Myth of One & Done


They say that eventually you’ll find the one place where you belong. The one person you’re supposed to be with. The one purpose for your life.

But the truth is, that’s simple and boring- and from what I’ve seen in the simultaneously very short but endless twenty one years I’ve experienced so far, life is complicated, messy, and anything but boring.

The truth is, a life isn’t composed of one place or one person or one purpose.

Maybe you find a place to call home. Maybe you’ll find a person to love, to lean on, for all the days of your existence. But your life will be built out of so much more.

You can’t spend the very short amount of time you’ve been allotted chasing that one ideal, perfect, shining dream. Look around. Take a minute to SEE the countless people, the many places, and every minuscule purpose that makes up the person you are.

Life’s not one place, one person- it’s every place you leave a part of yourself in, every person that you touch, even only for a moment.

That one place where you belong is a fairytale- maybe not for everyone, but certainly for me. There’s just too much to see to be content with one corner of the universe.

Doctor…. Who? The Perks of Fandom

All the movies you watched in high school told you ‘nerds’ were the outcasts, but the truth is there are few things as wonderfully geeky and full of community as a fandom. People who are extremely passionate and excited about life are the only ones who can come together in all of their nerdy glory and geek out over a truly spectacular character, story, or idea.

If you’re any kind of person I want to be friends with, you at least heard about the 50th Anniversary special of Doctor Who that ran on Saturday. As I sat on the couch with DW fans new and old, sipping sonic screwdrivers and eating jammie dodgers acquired specifically for the occasion, I completely lost myself in the world of what will always be one of my favorite shows. It was epic, it was heartbreaking, but above all, it was unifying.

The beautiful thing about Doctor Who, and any story with a fandom like it, is that it unites. Thousands of people around the world watched their screens Saturday. Maybe you have nothing else in common, but if you can discuss which companion kicks ass and which Doctor is your favorite with someone, other things fall to the wayside.

When you’re 13 and you think being a ‘nerd’ is an automatic one-way ticket to social ambiguity, it’s hard to get excited about anything. When you’re 21 and you learn that geeking out over things that make you happy is actually a one-way ticket to friendship and a sense of community, ‘nerd’ is no longer a dirty word.

When you can make a friend simply because you have the same TARDIS phone case or because you off-handedly mention that your cat’s name is Stormaggedon, Dark Lord of All, you experience the true power of fandom.

Throw down your inhibitions and get excited about life. Whether it’s science fiction, fashion, English lit, math, whatever- find your fandom and prepare to expand your circle of friends. Share joy; that’s what life is for, and that’s what fandoms do. Geronimo.

What I’m Learning in College

It’s only Tuesday and I’ve learned a lot already this week. Here are some things I didn’t know college would teach me.

  • We are so much more and so much less than we know
  • “Experiencing the entire gambit of human emotions is exhausting” – one of the greatest professors/men I have ever met
  • There’s an elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about. They prefer silence, but there will never be silence. Life is for noise. 
  • All of poetry is a message in a bottle
  • If you can’t laugh, you have the wrong attitude
  • Perspective is a powerful thing


made (come with me).

Just another mess of words to express my restlessness.

made (come with me)

I wasn’t made for staying-

for laying
in the same bed each night,
greeting the light
of a new day
the same way.
I wasn’t made for here-
for year after year
of predictability,
of stability.
I wasn’t made for plans-
For knowing tomorrow’s
in advance.

I was made for chance-
for surprises, guesses,
and the stresses
that accompany uncertainty.

Were you made for
coming with me?

life in the little moments

Today I started the trek down the hill from my apartment to campus in the crisp fall air. Jewel-toned leaves littered the sidewalk like candy wrappers that the trees had discarded after a particularly successful Halloween haul.

Although the air is biting a little more, slowly but steadily, I’ve come to enjoy my morning walk. It’s become one of those moments in the day in which I have nothing to do but think- a dangerous pastime.

Today the sky and leaves were especially vivid and I got that strange feeling that can take hold of a person, suddenly and unexpectedly, in which they feel life coursing through their body like a wildfire. Today, on my daily walk to campus, I was glad to be alive.

I’ve been overwhelmed by the giant question mark looming ahead of me in May, the one that represents everything my life will be when I’m no longer a student. That question mark is full of anxiety, confusion, and a sense of hopelessness.

But I also know that it’s full of opportunity and all the moments, like this one, that haven’t happened yet- the moments in which I am unexplainably and overwhelmingly glad to be alive.

As the days get colder and the crunch underfoot turns from maroon and gold leaves to the first hints of snow, I will seek out and appreciate these moments as best I can. If you don’t know what the future holds, you sure as hell had better appreciate the present.

What else is life for, anyway?