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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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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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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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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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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Our time in New Orleans has come to an end.

In fact, we have literally hit a dead end! Our apartment complex backs up to the levee... a monstrous grey wall that has stared at us in mocking silence every day since last September. Imploring us to open our eyes and see that we have actually hit a wall.

Until a few . . .

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