MUSINGS
Thoughts that I live by, soft sparks, and glimpses of my mind.
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Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the…
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Nobody tells you.Nobody tells you that putting yourself first means putting others second, by definition. And for a lifetime people pleaser like me, that is a feat. A feat I am learning, but it takes time. Also, nobody tells you that accepting yourself as you are (another lovely cliché) is more difficult than it seems.…
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Books that spark memories will make you drown in emotions.
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The world is divided between those who understand the beauty of bathing in the blood of the people who did you wrong and those who don’t. I, unfortunately, belong to those who understand.
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Living intensely, on the brink of burnout, while being a devoted mother. Nobody said it would be easy, but I will be damned if I don’t, at least, try it out. Just tell me, one more time, that it cannot be done.
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The concept of time never ceases to amaze me. In the same second that you wish it to move faster, you miss what you are already losing. There’s no winning.
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She died a thousand deaths before she was ready to assume defeat.For people like her, who never surrender, dying means nothing; it simply means you must keep trying, keep pushing.It took her so long to accept that sometimes death is not defeat, it’s a blessing. And you can choose it for yourself, even if nobody…
feisty mind 