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Simplify
I just deleted four paragraphs. What I just typed was beautiful, but it completely negated the central theme and most important message of this blog, so I deleted. And no, I don’t feel any kind of way about it at all. #kanyeshrug One word has resonated in my spirit on repeat for the last two…
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Slowing Down and Seeing
Addressing the elephant in the room: I haven’t blogged since March. (I may blog later about why I haven’t blogged.) Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, we can move forward. *smile* In an exchange of text messages with a friend last night, he asked me what is my favorite hymn and why. …
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Adulting: I Don’t Feel Like It
Addition, subtraction, steering, and makeup application… My morning drive is usually a test to see how well I can multi-task (don’t judge me), but now we’re adding math in the mix too, Chris? My brain crunched numbers trying to figure out how many miles on average I drive per day and week therefore configuring how…
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Late, But On Time
A few things: I may have written something along the lines of this topic some years ago. You should keep reading anyway. I will probably get straight to the point today because I’m not sure how to stretch out these words nor do I wish to say more than I need to say. You should…
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To the Women I Love…
I sat on the couch opposite my therapist staring at my wringing hands. “Two weeks ago made ten years since my mother died. Next week will make a year since my mother-in-law died. Some days I don’t feel that I’ve fully processed that,” I said. My eyes lifted to find her smiling brightly at me,…
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Seasons End.
After months of being semi-ghosted or at least given the chilliest cold shoulder I’d ever endured, I sought understanding. What had I done? What did I need to apologize for, because I was willing. In place of an explanation, I heard, “Our season has ended.” | Seasons End. | I have had many relationships, both…
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Found
Nestled in the safety of my four-door sedan, parked outside of my home, I wept. A glance in the review mirror was only a metaphorical confirmation for what I felt internally: I wasn’t myself. Who was this woman staring back at me in the mirror? Whose life was I living? Whose body was it that…
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It Doesn’t Have to be Perfect
It’s been too long, and I have absolutely missed writing and sharing with you. I honestly can’t remember the last time I posted a blog…maybe a month ago? Sheesh! Too much time has elapsed. The truth is, I have been writing here and there, and in some cases, I would get to “The Moral of…
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Nah.
I’m feeling silly today… | Nah. | You ever look back a phase of your life and say to yourself, “Whew! I’m glad I’m over that?” I have had my fair share of What in the Blue Hell Was I thinking moments. I have made some of the worst mistakes in my almost 31 years. …
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More Than One Way
Frustrated, I lowered my head and let a few tears stream down my cheeks. “This isn’t how I planned it,” I whispered as I considered how scrambled my plans had become. What was once a clear road to success seemed congested detours, and uncertainty made me question if I’d arrive at all… | More Than…
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