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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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 . . .
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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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Threads and Dreams
My brain, my life, my existence has been unraveled, scrambled, and muted.
Where words used to flow a dry river bed now exists.
The gravity of what has happened to the world, our economies, the hopes and dreams of billions, finally hit home.
Just days ago the weight of it all lay heavy on my spirit. The thought of dashed . . .
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Begin It Now
It's tricky starting something new. But it can be even trickier getting to Day One.
I have always been inspired by this quote...
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it. Begin it now. - W.H. Murray
It stirs me up. It strengthens my resolve.
Many moons ago I . . .
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I'm Incubating
I may not be impressive.
I may not have done anything noteworthy with my life, thus far.
I may never have been that girl who raised her hand in school, or volunteered to be a project leader, or team captain.
I may never have been that girl who got A's in every class, who listened and contributed to each and . . .
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Who Am I, truly?
Caught up in a web of confusion
I have decided that life is like a wash cycle.
Imagine for a second that childhood through teens is the wash, rinse, and spin cycle. During this time society attempts to make us all "smell" (or become) the same... rules, behavior, etc. Then adulthood arrives and we get tossed into the tumble dryer, forced to explore, mix . . .
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