I have a journal problem. Literally, I have enough journals to last me for the next five years, at least. But every time I walk into a bookstore, I buy another one (I'm literally sitting in Barnes and Noble right now with another journal on my lap). It’s a sickness, but I have no interest in curing it. Two weeks ago, I was in Washington, D.C. for a youth education summit. They kept us on our toes all week, and there was literally no moment of free time from Monday morning to
Hi, I'm Olivia.
INFJ. Writer. Artist. Reader. Lover of TED talks. Quietly opinionated.
This is a blog about everything, because life isn't limited to one subject.