I’m Molly. That’s me in the photograph above – not yet 3 years old, hat defiantly cocked, completely spastic with joy, feeling everything.
Now I’m a little older – 26, to be exact – and this blog is where I capture and share the moments that make for a more defiantly cocked, spastically joyful, fully felt, electric life.
Between the time of this picture (not-yet-3) and now (26), a lot of distance grew between little me and grown-up me – and not just in inches. By the time I reached my mid-twenties, I had lost so much of the visceral connection to life that this picture exudes.
A lot of that had to do with the really unhealthy relationship I had developed with technology – particularly social media. The hold it had on me for nearly eight years prevented me from being well-connected to the world around me, my life, and myself.
These days, I’m working on reconnecting with what really matters, and on taking notes from not-yet-3 me, who knew how to embrace feelings and moments with ease and zeal.
The best way I know how to do that is through writing. I am a writer through and through. Documenting my life – keeping this blog, making sense of things – brings me closer to spastic joy every single day.
Some other tidbits:
I was raised in New Jersey, but spent my college years in Pennsylvania. I like to think I’m from both.
I love to take care of people and to study them, but I don’t always love to be around them.
I fit in just fine on a hiking trail, in a kayak, at a kitchen countertop, in a garden plot, amongst warm blankets, or with my face in a bowl of guacamole. I often write about the spaces I inhabit.
I am married to the kindest person I know.
My parents are my best friends.
I most enjoy recognizing the moments when all variables seem to converge in a strange or perfect way – camaraderie that’s magic, the right song on the radio – and unpacking what makes them so buzzy, so electric. I’m trying, every day, to see and feel and capture them as best as I can.