One Word
One single word... has the ability to either anchor and ground me, or derail me.
Either it fertilizes and seeds my new shoots, or it touches down like a tornado and rips me out from the core. Roots dangling, flapping in the wind. Tossed to Timbuktu.
Which word I choose to give passage, depends on who is in the lead that day. Whether . . .
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No problem.
You don't have a problem, you have a condition. The human condition. - February 28th, 2023
Forever in search of the next best self-help book, my last purchase became my last straw.
Tossing it violently across the room, I was not only angry at myself for falling for the thousands of 5-star reviews, but more so furious at . . .
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There once was a girl...
Historian of My Existence
My memories are the building blocks of my history. - March 8th, 2022
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Decision-less Choices
For the first part of our life all of our decisions are made for us. Including our birth. We didn't ask to be here, we just became. One day. Without our consent. - March 17, 2022
I am a very indecisive person.
(just figuring out how to begin this post has taken me way too much time and energy)
It dawned . . .
Posted in: life musesmy journal
Holding the Reigns
Life might feel like it just happens and we have to maneuver around the obstacles, figure out how to stay afloat and stay sane at the same time. But we always hold the reigns, whether we see that or not. - March 10, 2022
Lately I have been teaching myself to "see" the reigns. Acknowledge that I am holding them, and have the . . .
Posted in: my journal
Branded
Do it uncomfortable...
Lately I have become obsessed with mental blocks. Specifically, my own.
My entire life I've had passionate aspirations... I want to be a writer, a photographer, an artist, a "creative". And I'm very curious about my resistance. That thing I can't quite reach.
I try. I stop. I start again. I stop. I try once more.
I . . .
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Wake Up
Thirty-one years ago I completely detached myself from society for a brief, exhilarating two and a half months.
I was young and rebellious traveling the State of Victoria with my reckless boyfriend, 8-years my senior. I must have looked a sight, but with no mirrors came no worries.
My jeans torn, hair unbrushed, feet more . . .
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