When I decide I want to do something, my first instinct is always: all in, right now. An idea or a thought or a goal plants itself in my brain and roots itself in there in a way that feels like I have to address it immediately with full force, or it will simply go away forever. For a long time I felt like unless I was all the way committed to something — anything — I was already giving up on it.

If you meet me in real life, I am probably not the same person you know from Instagram. I don't sound the same. I don't talk the same way. I probably don't even look quite the same. I never have, and I guess there's a chance I never will. 

But that's OK with me now.

I love a good routine. Love. 

It's not that I'm not flexible or can't deal with not being in a solid routine when it comes to my day-to-day life (although I have my moments), but more that I know I am generally better, happier, more relaxed when I have routines figured out that work for me. This doesn't mean I do these things every single day, or that every morning, noon, and night is exactly the same. In fact, I probably only do these routines in their entirety maybe 60 percent of the time. Contrary to popular belief, it's not really about consistency at all as much as it is about creating a place to go back to when things start to feel overwhelming, or stressful, or just simply off. It's not that doing my morning routine every day will revolutionize my happiness, but that the comfort of knowing that if I start to feel stressed or off or unlike myself, I can go back to all of these steps and start to feel a little more centered is priceless.

This is a long overdue post that people seemed very interested in. I was so busy in April that I kept putting it off, but it turns out the gap between gauging my followers' interest in a 'things I never do on Instagram' post and actually writing it gave me a chance to reflect on an idea that I'm trying to bring into every part of my life this year (and not just social).

This post kicks off my Just One More Thing series, where I’ll be talking about one more thing I think everyone needs in their lives — all things I love completely and totally. No exceptions.

Last weekend I had my bi-annual closet clean out. You know, the thing where you begin by dumping everything you've ever owned (and some things you're fairly certain you've never really owned, but there they are anyway) on the ground, determined to go through it all and get rid of the stuff you don't use. It's also the thing where you eventually end up laying like a starfish on a four-foot tall pile of clothing in the middle of your room with zero desire to finish what you started. I love this kind of closet clean-out, but since we've moved to our new apartment, it's been harder than ever to make peace with my closet.