Category: Musings
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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…
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My Big Mouth and the trouble it brings.
Have you ever said too much? Spoke too much? Made something too much “about you“? Only to realize it way too late to backpedal, so now you have to double down and follow through—digging yourself into a deep, black, unforgiving hole? I am constantly disappointed by my own actions, and my innate need to overcompensate…
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An Introvert’s Lament
I swear, I’m not anti-social. In fact, I need socialization. I crave belonging, and I long for friendship, conversation and laughter like anyone else. I just do socialization a little differently than you do.
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My Life is Full
My life is full to the brim of photos depicting a life that looks nothing like the one I planned to have, but oh, how unremarkably beautiful it all is.
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Single, and Thankful
Here’s something I never thought I’d say: I am incredibly grateful for my time of singleness.
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WA > MD
Currently, I find myself residing in good ol’ Maryland. If you didn’t catch my last post about moving, you can read all about my Leaving LifePoint here. Originally, this post was written to regale you with the findings of my transition from WA to MD. In writing, like in most living art, my stock story of…
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Nostalgic about Niches: A Friday night musing captured
Have you ever walked through a door, entered a room and felt instantly at home? There, in that place, the stresses of the day melt away. Whatever happened up until the moment you stepped over that threshold fades to distant murmurs in the background, and serene feelings of peace wrap around you like a well-worn blanket. You…
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Why “Kayfromhome”?
Where is home located for the vagabonds and those whose hearts were simply born restless?
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Love is less like stars, and more like mountains
I used to think there was so much romance in being a tortured soul.
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