Three Things — A Mixed Bag

I was up last night for two hours with indigestion. No clue why. And then while laying there I started thinking about how in 7th grade I wasn’t nice to someone. Why do we do this to ourselves, the middle of the night life review? Or am I the only one? Can I get some feedback on this please?

The Marking of Time

Fourteen years ago today, I was in Maui, about to get Maui-ed. I know, I’m hilariously punny. I had on the white dress, my short blonde hair was tousling in the wind, and everyone was waiting for me to walk down the aisle. I call this version of myself Robyn 1.0. She was cool, and I love her, and also she had no clue who she was or what the hell she was doing.