Watermelon is a Social Fruit.

That’s it. That’s the concept of this whole post.

I was sitting with my mom the other day and she offered me some watermelon. Of course I accepted. Watermelon is delicious. After that visit, I went home, bought some watermelon, AND THEN DIDN’T LOOK AT IT UNTIL IT WAS A SAD, DEAD WATERMELON IN THE BACK OF MY FRIDGE. A truly monstrous act. And that’s when it hit me: Watermelon is my social fruit.

I don’t know about anyone else, but there are food that I eat only when I’m around other people. It’s not that I don’t like the food, it’s that if I am alone in my house, I don’t feel compelled to eat it.

And it’ll sit there. Forever. Or until I think about it again.

Social fruit.

Anyone else have a food that’s strictly a social food?

Dear Bookshops,

I love bookshops. I love what they’re about, what they contain and who roams their aisles of endless adventure and self-discovery.

More than that, I love that they help me to feel and embrace my romantic side because it’s only in bookstores that I completely and unashamedly embrace romanticism in any capacity.

There’s opportunity for us to fall in love with the community a bookshop can reside in. I love falling in love with bookshops where the owner gets to know you and your book preference so well they have a stack of books ready for you before you even walk though the door. I kid you not, I went into a random bookshop in an unfamiliar town and ended up having a 45-minute conversation with a man about a book I happened to pick up that he happened to love. Turns out he was the owner and went to the back room to make sure I had a fresh copy to take home. It was the most genuine moment that I can’t forget.

I love the idea of falling in love with an author’s writing style and not being able to get enough of their creative outpourings. Their heart and soul were stirred into this concoction of a book and here it is, in my tiny town for me to read and absorb under my covers in the middle of the night. Or in a coffee shop. Or at the park. Or sometimes at the dinner table because trying to get this book into my brain takes priority over food in my stomach.

I love that bookshops are pockets of universe both preserving years of history and creating it themselves.

I love being a story keeper. Every book that is added to my little library is now one more story I’ve collected, maintained, loved and shared.

This is my love letter to bookshops. I love you. You’re amazing. Thank you for it all.

Until Next Time,


A Year of Me Figuring it Out

If you’re not into swear words, I highly recommend not reading the next year’s worth of content because I’m pretty sure it’s going to be full of swear words. Sorry not sorry in advance and for the impact my words have on your eyeballs (Sorry mom. Love you!)

I am tired of structure. I think because of how much structure I’ve incorporated into my life after college (meals, finances, work, etc.), there’s nowhere for my chaos to go and it leaves my brain very cluttered and filled with some straight nonsense making it quite difficult to sort what is what. I’ve decided that since I originally wrote this blog for me I’m going to keep to that theme and start creating whatever it is that drives me.

If you go back and read some of my old stuff, you’ll see that I try to have some sort of header, main content and a feel-good ending or some theme I’m trying to get across that day. Even now I’m still sub-consciously writing this post in a “blogger’s voice” or whatever it’s called.

And you know what? That type of content is BORING ME RIGHT NOW. I don’t want to write tiny essays on the 10 ways Cancer Impacted My Life or How I Got an Internship I Forgot I Applied For (both of which are sitting in my drafts. Maybe I’ll publish them. Who knows).

I want some weird content that’s all over the place. I want poems that might be love letters to a stranger or 3am thoughts that mostly make sense but probably not. I want to write posts that are all of a sentence long but make me think about its purpose for HOURS. I want to put up my art that’s really not great but I’m proud of it because I made it. I want to create videos and talk about my favorite plants while sitting in my bed eating some popcorn.

I want to look back on this and think, “Wow. 24-year-old Dana is learning and growing and falling in love with being a creator again.”

I want to allow chaos to reign control over my blog because it’s more fun for me to be creative in an open structured environment rather than feeling the pressure to follow a cookie-cutter structure that every 20-something blogger has.

I like freedom in my art. I’m not in college anymore and I’m not making this blog for a grade or to please anyone.

Perfection is not the game. But joy is.

So I’m going to have some fun this year (wherever it can be found) and share. You get the pleasure of seeing the unscripted and unedited Dana brain unfold on your screen. Have fun! And honestly? Good luck.

Until Next Time,