Think of an analogy linking the changing of the seasons, specifically from summer to fall, to a calm and meditative-like reflection on work and on life, because that’s probably how a piece like this should start. But honestly, it’s not my personality. …

But that’s something you have to work for, right? The details are not particularly relevant, but the other day someone told me, “I just love them so much more when I’m not with them.” Which kind of, sort of, makes sense if you don’t think about it too hard. I mean, there’s that saying: distance makes the heart grow…

Living in the now. — Starting is the hardest part, but sometimes so is leaving. One thing about me is that while I’m indifferent about taking pictures, I really, really hate looking back at them. …

The first thing you should know is that I’m not actually Jayla and the fact that I’m reaching out from behind this alias means, I have trust issues. That, and the fact that I have a negative desire to be known for anything I have written or might eventually write. …

Part 2 — I’ll never draw lines or make tables with my good pen. There are special projects that warrant the use of good ink. Copying an already crafted poem onto “good paper” is worth it, but creativity that might end nowhere is not. I have endless systems to contain and manage everything…

Part 1 — I won’t tell you my age because that would ruin all the fun. But by most accounts, I’m too young to be thinking about writing a memoir. Except, I am thinking about it. I’ve also started to write one. That is, if you count the inconsistent entries in a notebook…

Seriously. — Yes, really. I’m still caught up over a Starbucks gift card, 6 months after the fact. That’s after I get over the giddy excitement that comes with getting anything for free. See, I don’t expect anything, not from anyone. So, definitely not from the boss. Birthdays just aren’t my thing. …