I started writing these the day after Project Hail Mary came out (in March…) & this is how many movie nights I’ve had just as a reference for what life looks like for me right now.       Listen, I’m a busy gal. I work a lot. I have a lot of people with

My old neighbor got me into journaling back in high school. Sorry, that was a fruitcake of a first sentence. Hang in there, I promise there’s a point coming. He would always tell me, “Delaney, when you write, always write for yourself — never for someone else’s eyes.” And that was a nice thought for

Alright, children. Gather round, gather round. The results are in. I come bearing facts, observations, totally biased opinions, & open-ended thoughts drawn from 115 Instagram poll participants. Let’s get straight into it. The Preface I don’t know much, but I do know this to be true: all of my best research studies have spawned from

Rules of Sunday — March 30th, 2025:
1. No hanging with anyone besides people named Delaney Olexa (there’s only 1 of us).
2. Do whatever & go wherever your heart desires.
So, I drove 1.5 hours to have some Swedish meatballs at IKEA…

Being an adult is a funny thing. You turn 18 & you automatically become one. No rhyme. No reason — well, aside from making it 18 years. I’ve said it once & I’ll say it again:
I think there needs to be a test or some form of a screening process to pass the threshold.
But I digress…

Can I get something off of my chest real quick? Let me rephrase that. I’m going to get something off of my chest real quick.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.
And I’m not ashamed to say it. Now that we’ve cleared the air, I’m going to fire off some thoughts on the matter…

I wish I were a bird.
It’s simply not enough to ride in an airplane anymore. To be a part of the wind, weaving through the quiet clouds, is all I could ever want. But an airplane will have to do for now. And it does – get the job done, I mean…

Do you remember that one movie?
“The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”
Came out in 2010. Disney casually slipped in Nicholas Cage as the lead. It’s really not important or relevant to anything that I’m about to say, but in high school, me & this one friend of mine had a running joke that revolved around the movie…

I did everything in my power to avoid a life of 9-5. To me it felt like a complacent, stale lifestyle that I’d get sucked into the cycle of, ride out until I blinked & suddenly I’m celebrating my 40th birthday alongside my husband, 3 kids, & neighbors, blowing out the singular candle on my cake that says “40” (because no one wants to put 40 candles on a cake) while everyone stares at me with a stupid smile on their face as if I shouldn’t be having a midlife crisis…