Rewriting Life is not a lifestyle blog.
I’m not going to tell you where I bought my patent leather pumps + floral forever scarf. You don’t care what movie I watched last Saturday night.
Rewriting Life is not a book blog.
It doesn’t matter how many books I’ve read in 2013 or how many clubs—virtual or otherwise—I belong to; if you want suggestions, though, email me.
Rewriting Life is not a copywriting blog.
I read them all, though, so get at me if you want lists.
Rewriting Life is not a food blog.
As much as I adore my dad’s pasta sauce and hot wings, these pages don’t come packed with gorgeous food photography and 20-minute recipes.
What is it, then?
It’s for women in college and their twenties. It’s for people who feel too much but need to know that’s okay, that they’ll get through this. It’s for anyone who ever wanted to look on the bright side of this life and see it, really see the rays of sunlight peaking through some Sunday story. It’s for diving deep into the nitty gritty tough stuff nobody dares code into their HTML <body> tags.
On here, my life is a playground. I don’t tell you anything you wouldn’t care about, but I’m entirely honest about the things I’ve been through and the things I’ve put myself through.
You’ll find posts about getting kicked when you’re down and learning how to live with a little more purpose than you thought possible.
I’ve been told by dozens of strangers, relatives, and friends that this blog is therapeutic and sees a goodness often pushed to the recesses of our minds. Let’s find that goodness, shall we?
If you need an email inbox to sit inside for a while and just think, mine is always open: firstname.lastname@example.org.