jessi carman

It’s been a long while since I blogged. And I wonder if this is intentional. Subconsciously. I certainly haven’t put intention into writing. Something I used to never want to stop doing. And that’s how it goes, that’s growing up; blah, blah, blah. I have a propensity for giving up what I love as soon…

Consistency has never been my strong suit. At least, not without structures in place to make me consistent. I can be consistent for work. For school. But in my personal life, everything gets a little muddled. Pisces, my sun sign, is what’s called a mutable sign. Ever-changing, always shifting, and and not at all prone…

When my grandmother’s brain aneurysm burst in 2010 she demanded a Tylenol and insisted everything was fine. She’d always believed she was invincible, and until then she was right. She passed away this March. They’d only given her a few months to live back then, but her stubborn ass powered through another ten years. This…

Every day, I pull a tarot card from an excited, bubbly deck called Mystic Mondays (created by Grace Duong). I post a picture of that card on my Snapchat and Instagram stories, putting it out there for whoever may resonate with the message. On Friday, I pulled the 2 of Pentacles and posted it to…

How many times have I driven down Highway 93 to Boulder feeling like my world was ending, when all it ever really did was change? The tectonics fissured and cracked the Pangea of my first imagined doomsday passage, (move-in day for my Freshman year of college) and my continents had long drifted into a new…