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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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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Game Changer!
Removing the hair-tie...
It was the day before Thanksgiving.
Sitting in a swivel chair, my head down. Snip snip snip… I watch as my hair falls to the floor. A striking picture of an Italian actress with pin straight hair and full bangs sits on the work station beside me.
My mind races… terror and excitement run rampant.
I’m . . .
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"Living The Dream"
Finding happy in the ordinary of every day...
Life.
Boy does it take work to live it, breathe it, and not be at war with it!
It's taken me much work to discover that everything I need, want, or could ever hope for is right under my nose.
YEARS!
Spent looking for that magical something that will make me happy.
Wishing for a tomorrow that never . . .
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Hear Me
Releasing my inner voice
From a very young age I learned the difference between being seen, verses being heard. I discovered that unless I open my mouth to say something people will assume what I am thinking just by looking at me.
This realization hit me one day when I was perhaps 6 or 7 years of age. I was at a family function desperately wanting to . . .
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