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I am already nostalgic for the days I'm living in.
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Pre-Nostalgia
I am already nostalgic for the days I am living in. There has been good in every season of my life, but none so solid, so quiet and calm, so deeply abiding as the good of now. Sometimes, I weep prematurely for the days when things will change. I indulge in more than my fair… Read more
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34 isn’t midlife is it? So why am I in crisis?
Let me start by saying that I feel young. Which I know is totally something old people say, but truly I do. My spirit feels youthful, in the way that I can still be idealistic. I am compelled by deep, burning passion and the urge to “change the world.” I am young enough that I… Read more
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I’m sorry that the friend you have isn’t the one I used to be.
I’m sorry for the unread messages. I’m sorry that I never called. I’m sorry that I missed your birthday. I’m sorry that the friend you have isn’t the one I used to be. I’m not who I once was. Not even for myself. My life. My body. My house. It’s all unrecognizable. Half held conversations,… Read more
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Someone once said…
Have you ever considered that He designed you with your exact desires and skills, strengths and weaknesses, and He works relentlessly and ardently to help you realize those desires? There is coming a confluence of plan and desire, and every day is a step closer to that empyreal day—a day of rested passion, of founded… Read more
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The Silent Years… by the Girl with nothing left to say.
Today I gently blew the dust off my keyboard for the first time in years. It was more of an exhale filled with resignation, really. With shaking hands and a wavering heart, I went through the motions of a long forgotten, half-memory type habit that’s much less sure than the muscle memory of riding a… Read more
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For Daniel: Is it year 6 already?
If we’re being honest, I never thought we’d end up together. Even on the days I wanted you most. I was everything a good Christian mom warned her son against. Bad stock from a bad breed; a history drenched and dripping in scarlet. And yet, here we are. 12 years past our first “hello’s,” and… Read more
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