Category: personal
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Daniel, Year Who Knows?
The years are adding up, my love. The days run together like my sentences; no breath or pause between the todays, tomorrows and yesterdays. We’ve watched each other grow up. How cool is that? What would 18 year old Daniel have said if he knew what time would reveal? We’ve learned on each other. Your…
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No one told me I was average.
No one told me I was average. Not once. I grew up under the shadow of Great Potential. (The less obvious, more pathetic follow up to Great Expectations) I was 4 years old when I tested into private boarding school. “One of 10 out of 10,000” my mom used to say. I was speaking in…
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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…
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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…
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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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Hello, New Year
I’m not typically a New Year resolutions kind of girl, but 2020 sure feels like a clean sheet of white paper just waiting to be doodled on. 30 years alive. 4 decades. 2 centuries. Many days filled with drama, joy and intrigue fit together like LEGO pieces, building a life so rich and full that…
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When the world falls Apart: A tribute to my grandmother.
Have you ever had the rug pulled out from underneath you? Not literally, but metaphorically? Have you ever gone about your life like normal, only to have life sucker punch you in the gut when you least expect it? A phone call. A rejection letter. A break up text. It only takes a second for…
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Slow.
Tonight I took it slow. I took a bath. Washed my hair. Stared at the ceiling. Drank some tea. Put on a nightgown and slathered something honey based all over my face. The laundry and dishwasher are going at the same time, and I’m trying not to think what that’ll do to my utilities bill.…
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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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You Can’t Say Yes to Everything: a short lesson on breathing and boundaries
Dear exhausted and overworked friend, I know you mean well. I know you have the best intentions. I know you think that it’s just another “rough patch” and if you push through, there’ll be peace and rest on the other side. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but there probably won’t…
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