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Blinders
Blinders on my eyes World fades, only goal remains Noise drifts with the wind Continue reading
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Meditative Sunday
I woke up this morning without my cell phone. My dog climbed on top of me, curled up, and fell asleep. When he woke, he gave me kisses on the cheek and just snuggled close. We lay there together, listening to the birds outside, and I couldn’t believe how clearly I could hear them singing.… Continue reading
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When Your Body Says “Enough”
I’ve always been the one preaching self-care. Drink water. Get sleep. Set boundaries. Put the phone down. Don’t let stress run your life. I say these things easily. Confidently. Convincingly. But lately? I haven’t been living them. A few days ago, I fainted in the shower and ended up in the emergency room. Three days… Continue reading
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I Asked AI to Analyze My “Type” and It Low Key Read Me Perfectly
So this started as a curiosity experiment and turned into a full on mirror. I uploaded a bunch of photos of male celebrities I find attractive. Actors, comedians, writers, and musicians. You know, the usual suspects. I asked AI a simple question: Do I have a type? I expected something vague like “you like smart… Continue reading
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Why Color Speaks to Me
I don’t know why color and sunlight speak to me the way they do. I’ve tried to put it into words a million times, and I never get it right, because it’s not really something you can explain. It’s something you feel. It’s in your chest, your spine, and the way your skin tingles when… Continue reading
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Rain In My Bones
I try. I shape myself into what I imagine will fit, polish the edges, tuck the jagged corners, paint over the restless cracks that betray how much I want, how much I reach. I bend and stretch, a puzzle twisted and untwisted, a melody played out of key just to be heard. And yet here… Continue reading
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I Carry Her With Me
I keep thinking about my mom and how hard she worked, how little she was ever given in return, and how unfair it all seems. She made minimum wage her entire life and worked her ass to the bone. She never had opportunities and she never had the chance to retire. My started over when… Continue reading
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This Is What I Want
This is all I want. It is the one thing I’m truly striving for. Not success in the way it’s usually measured. Not productivity for the sake of proving something. Not more noise, more pressure, or more performance. What I want goes deeper than meditation, deeper than “self-care,” deeper than a few calm moments carved… Continue reading
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Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, everyone. I wish I was coming into this year feeling refreshed and energized, but if I’m being completely honest, I am soooo exhausted. Like deeply, fully drained. Tomorrow is Friday and I still have three more days before I go back to work and officially start my new job as an adjunct… Continue reading
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Pinch Me
I still can’t believe it. I mean that literally. I’m a college professor now. The word professor is actually in my job title and every single time I see it, my brain short circuits. I stare at it. I reread it. I wait for someone to tell me there’s been a mistake. Because surely they… Continue reading
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Enneagram 4
This is one of the greatest video on my enneagram type- Enneagram 4! The video specific for character development in writing, but it is eye opening! After watching this video, I identify as a Social Four. I find this to be quite amazing because aunt Shirley is one of my favorite literary characters. I love… Continue reading
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What Am I Doing?
I finally took the time to slow down. In the stillness, I feel the edges of myself I’d forgotten and the pieces I’ve lost along the way. I feel the absence of my mom more sharply than I thought I could and the weight of the holidays presses in. I sit with it all—the longing,… Continue reading
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Memories
I went through my mom’s perfumes today: Chanel, Charlie, White Diamonds, Body by Victoria, just to name a few. So many memories that made me happy and sad at the same time. I miss my mom. There’s something about scent, you know? It can take you back in an instant, make you feel close to… Continue reading
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Completely Moved
I am completely and utterly moved by this class. I don’t even know where to begin, except to say that being in that space with the students, with the faculty, with everyone in the ESL department, has touched me in a way I wasn’t expecting. There is a generosity here, a kindness that is so… Continue reading
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A Slow, Honest Thanksgiving
This Thanksgiving is a little quieter for me and a little slower. Nothing fancy. It’s just real life. You’ll see clips of my day, cooking, puttering around the house, and talking about the things I’m thankful for this year. It’s my fourth Thanksgiving without my mom, so the day feels different but I invited my… Continue reading
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