Quote / Pull-quote I’m starting to think the older i get the more susceptible i am to colds—or at the least mental exhaustion that gives me physical ailments. You know the type where you physically feel sick—nauseous , lethargic, and downright overstimulated. In my household we’re currently renovating and with the time of year Christmas decorations and glitter is everywhere it shouldn’t be.

This Thanksgiving was equal parts cozy and chaotic—from a sleepy North Carolina town to a house full of warmth, noise, and unforgettable family moments. Between road-trip coffee, energetic kids, good food, and one boldly rude stranger, the holiday was anything but boring. Here’s a heartfelt, humorous recap of a perfectly imperfect Thanksgiving.

Hi everyone! I'm writing with a quick update: I won't be publishing a new post this week. I'm traveling for Thanksgiving and choosing rest instead of writing from a rushed or tired place. 🍂 Next week, I'll be back with a warm little Thanksgiving recap, a few moments that surprised me, and whatever reflections follow me home from the holiday. …

"It's a terrifying thing to wonder if you're the villain in your own story." Quill Have you ever realized there's an odd silence that falls right after something goes south? There’s one question that’s been clinging to the back of my mind like a leech. “Am I the problem?” No curiosity. No reflection. Just Accusatory. It’s not even in a dramatic, smashing windows kinda way.

I want to date. There–it’s out in the open. And I immediately want to book a ticket to Timbuktu and pretend I never admitted that out loud. The truth is I’m a young adult and dating feels…terrifying. Not in the “Someone might murder me” kind of way (though honestly, have you seen the world we live in?) but in the quiet, stuck in a panic induced loop, …

“It hurts differently when you realize you’re not the first call, just the convenient one.” Quill Have you ever noticed how your phone only seems to ring after someone's original plan fall through? I'm very familiar with the— Are you busy? text— sent ten minutes before needing to be somewhere. I don't know if that's just adulthood or if that's always how its been.

“Some silences feel heavier than words. Some goodbyes never quite finish saying themselves.” Quill Today, I have been asking myself what to post about and truly I was torn between two topics. Mainly because each one has their own kind of “heaviness” that can be difficult for people to discuss. After much debate, I decided that this week's topic was weighing heavily on my heart and mind.

Do you ever just look at someone and think, “Man.. this has got the most intelligent idiot I have ever had the displeasure to work with?” Don’t get me wrong–I’m not saying I’m some genius myself. Math and I have a complex relationship, and spelling has a habit of reminding me I'm not as clever as I claim. But I know you know the type.

Hi everyone! Quill here with a quick update! I'm in the process of updating my social media accounts and their links! This is to insure that you guys can find me easily and without hassle! The links and accounts should be correct in this weeks post! Keep an eye out on Wednesday at 11 AM EST! Thanks for the continues support! -Quill

Exploring the warmth that lingers after the cold — a reflection on stillness, belonging, and the quiet gifts of winter.

“What seems to be left is a soft, lingering haze. Like living beneath a city smothered in smog.” Sometimes, a quiet disinterest washes over me. The world becomes dull, almost a muted gray. Everything feels stale, almost irrelevant. I'll suddenly feel a warm ember of excitement, inviting for a breath and then it turns cold just as quickly as it came.

Hey friends, Just a quick note to let you know there’s a new reflection waiting for you on The Cat’s Quill: The Quiet Life Inside a City of Fog → It’s about living in that muted in-between — the place we sometimes build to feel safe — and what it means to start noticing the first small cracks where color might seep back in.

“A belief that something will happen or be the case in the future.” This is the literal definition of expectation according to google. It’s pretty simple and clean. But real life is anything but simple, so why are expectations? They are sneaky little buggers, living quietly in the background, shaping the way we think, plan and judge our lives. I would even venture to say expectations are like a compass.

“Belonging isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s a seat you don’t get to take.” -Quill Has anyone ever felt like the odd one out? Maybe you're surrounded by friends or family and in the middle of everything you thought, I don't fit in. I'll say this honestly — I feel that way a lot. If you ask me to describe my family, I'd pause.

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There are times when life feels unbearably heavy, when meaning slips through our fingers and even the smallest tasks feel impossible. This is my journey through the shadows — facing despair, learning to sit with the darkness, and discovering that even in the heaviest moments, there are sparks of light worth holding on to.

Ever feel like your to-do list has a mind of its own? Mine started simple: dishes, laundry, a spreadsheet. Now? Alphabetizing spices, reorganizing drawers… it’s basically a monster. In this post, I break down why our brains make lists never-ending, the sneaky ways we overwhelm ourselves, and a few playful fixes to tame the chaos—without losing your sanity (or your humor). Grab your tea, slip on your fuzzy socks, and let’s make peace with the list together.

Some days aren’t about productivity—they’re about survival mode. From the Spreadsheet Stretch to the Inbox Pounce, I’m spilling my top cat-inspired tricks for looking busy at work (without actually doing much at all). Because let’s be honest… sometimes “strategic loaf-mode” is the real key to survival.

"Because the dream job doesn't come without scratches." Topic: Frustrated With Work I used to believe that reaching a certain age would mean that work worries would disappear and I’d have the dream job: productive days, smooth communication, and a clean desk, heading home at 5 PM. Instead, I found myself surrounded by chaos, fueled by caffeine, papers everywhere, and feeling inadequate as an adult.