Real Life

I dreamt of this

I dreamt of this

Sunday light creeped through the window, and I stirred, an arm heavy over my waist. I rolled over to face him, and he hugged me in tight. Good morning. In an instant, I was seventeen again, back in my sky blue room, in my tiny daybed with a phone resting against my...

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How to move on from things that hurt

How to move on from things that hurt

This isn't exactly a fun subject to talk about. As an adult, when my heart hurts, I typically do my best to hide it, to stuff it down. And I'd bet it's a safe guess to say I'm not alone here. I rocked broken hearts like a champ when I was a teenager. I had the emo...

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Coffee catch up!

Coffee catch up!

Well hello there! I've got my coffee cup and no agenda. It's just me and my thoughts today--who's ready for a little catch up? Apparently I'm a 90 year old because I hurt my hip. I've been hobbling around since Friday. How did I hurt it? Your guess is as good as mine....

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Just stop.

Just stop.

Stop making yourself small. Stop holding yourself back. Stop selling yourself short. This life you're living? It's yours. All yours. You get to decide what you want to do with it. You have the power and the ability to do anything you want. Stop believing that voice...

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