**You're getting 302 words today. This is a draft from before I set off on this adventure and I wanted to share.** So I’ve had some bad luck. Or, I guess you could say I made one bad choice that led to quite a bit of bad luck in my career. I left the first… Continue reading 500 Words- Day 6| Just Bad Luck, Eh?
Usually (more often than not) am not a sentimental person. I have said "I love you" a hand full of times and most of them were to my pets or breakfast burritos. I love you's are often met with no response from me. A nod. A weird grumble. An awkward smile. A mumbled, "you too."… Continue reading Aly Tinn Things | The Finger Gun “I Love You”
An interesting tidbit about me – I am a big fan of adventuring. I love them. I have a bucket list a quarter mile long full of all the places I want to go, Instagram worthy walls I want to pose in front of, and food I want to try right after I take a… Continue reading Adventures| The Non Adventures of Alyssa
**Disclaimer: Sorry mom and dad-I swear. But what's important to remember here is that I love you. And granny pods aren't free.** You know, I used to think to myself “I wish I were just good at math.” Math seemed like the easiest means to an end. You are good at math, you go to… Continue reading Aly Tinn Things| Wannabe Mathlete
Describe a Sunday, he said... So I did. The perfect day. Birds are chirping their wake-up calls, but there is no reason to get out of bed. The hug from the white linen duvet is convincing and holds you in place. The sun paints the sky a fiery collection of oranges and reds, opening the… Continue reading Sunday Vibes
**I wrote this when I was 29. It's still true.** You know that game parents play when their baby first learns to walk? (Or, if you are like me, insert new puppy.) Mom stands on one side of the room and dad stands at the other, both calling to the baby in a rousing game… Continue reading Pick A Side
I. am addicted. Not to one thing. But many. to. every. thing. I am addicted to a freshly made bed. And the first sleep thereafter. How it feels when your feet part the sheets like they are slicing open a long-anticipated letter from an old friend. I am addicted to the way a dogs entire… Continue reading Addicted.