Shecoria | Essays on Becoming

Essays and beautiful distractions from someone trying to make adulthood feel a little more interesting.

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  • Over the years, I have had great guy friends. They pay attention to the way I think and the things I like. They help me move, fix things that break, bring me food when they cook too much. They know when I’m overthinking, can usually guess what I’m upset about before I say it, and…

  • It’s interesting the things we tie our identity to. Yesterday I had the urge to ask my boyfriend if he thinks I’m cool. Growing up, I knew for a fact that I wasn’t, so this is one of the first periods of my life where I have enough confidence to even ask anyone that. The…

  • Some people have their first experience life sharing as early as 14. Some people probably don’t have one until they’re in their 40s. Now, for the sake of clarity, and because I’m sure most of you automatically thought of romance, I’ll share with you how I define life sharing. Life sharing: The act of becoming…

  • About six years ago, I was romantically interested in a guy for two months or so. During those two months, we spent an absurd amount of time just talking. Both of us love to talk and, even more importantly, love to be silly. After about nine weeks of feeling out the vibes, we came to…

  • I am unfortunately a bit of a couch potato. However, I have been obsessed with long walks lately. Listening to my music and finding somewhere scenic may even be better than the club. And I LOVE the club. Obviously, I won’t stop dropping it like it’s hot anytime soon, but I think all the extra…

  • When I was younger, I used to write a lot of poems. In high school, I submitted them to my school’s literary magazine, and in college, I eventually made a literary magazine of my own. I loved melancholy. Apparently, saying for the eighteenth time that I was depressed and alone never stopped feeling cathartic. Sadness…

  • I cried in my car the other day for reasons I couldn’t explain. Nothing had happened. No breakup. No bad news. Nobody died. I wasn’t even having a bad week. Actually, by every measurable standard, life feels… good. I have a life that gives me purpose. I’m finishing graduate school. I’ve traveled more this year…

  • I don’t think people say they like running anymore. They’re training for a marathon. They’re in a run club. They wake up at 5:30 every Saturday, know their splits, own three hydration vests, and somehow convince everyone else to sign up for a race too. Meanwhile, I recently caught myself thinking, I’d kind of like…

  • For a long time, I thought solo travel was something people did because they didn’t have another option. Maybe your friends couldn’t get time off work. Maybe your partner wasn’t interested. Maybe you were tired of waiting for everyone else’s schedules to line up. Solo travel always felt like the backup plan. Now I think…

  • Sometimes the best trips are the ones where you don’t have to plan every little thing. A short cruise is perfect for that. You unpack once, enjoy the ship, and wake up somewhere new. Recently I took a 4-Day Baja Mexico cruise from Long Beach on the Carnival Firenze, and it ended up being the…