Category: The Cat’s Quill
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When the Chaos Settles Into Your Bones
A week of exhaustion, renovation chaos, long workdays, and learning when to slow down. From Monday mayhem to quiet moments of relief, this is a reflection on mental overload, resilience, and finding stillness when the noise finally fades.
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Thanksgiving: A Beautiful Mess of Chaos, Coffee and Glitter
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.
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Taking a Cozy Thanksgiving Pause
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…
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Am I the Problem?
“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.…
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Overcoming Inexperience in Dating: A Candid Reflection
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…
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The Pain of being a Backup Friend
“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…
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The Apology I Never Got, and the One I Gave Myself
“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…
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Intelligent Idiots: Surviving the Confidently Wrong at Work
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…
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The Warmth Within the Cold
Exploring the warmth that lingers after the cold — a reflection on stillness, belonging, and the quiet gifts of winter.
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The Quiet Life Inside a City of Fog
“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…
