On what would have been Carl Sagan’s 86th birthday, I continue to ponder my deepest, truest belief, inspired by his words.

It starts with us, within us.

So much of our language is gendered for no reason.

Mantras for being human

Getting free of the lazy gremlin in my head.

“My tattoos are permanent—it’s my body that’s temporary.”

Love your people. Let their joy bring you joy.

It’s an awful feeling to be exhausted by being the only thing you know how to be.

I've finally started showing up for myself in my life.

Feeling the fire.

Learning to breathe isn’t easy.

My reverence for smart hasn't left a lot of space for unsure, hesitant, scared, vulnerable me.

I'm only beginning to understand how inextricably linked my beliefs about myself are to this idea of what the world wants from girls.

A recent visit with family was the first time I really *heard* the words and was able to recognize—in the moment—just how detrimental these three words have been to me.

I have used my privilege to extricate myself from an uncomfortable discussion about the humanity of another.

I have been going through a period in my life where several long-term relationships that have always felt crucial to me and my wellbeing are changing.

My entire life has been about earning it.

Life is a singular experience.

A reminder from a recovering perfectionist.

This is a reminder to me.