writing
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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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Somehow, I thought it was a good idea to give fantasy a break. I cannot say I regretted it; I can only say this one hit too close to home. So much so that I read and re-read it after, unable to move on from it. There are some ways to love that get imprinted…
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Books that spark memories will make you drown in emotions.
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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…
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Life happens even when you don’t have the time for it.It’s unfair how much more time I would need for all that I want to do. It’s unfair how much I still struggle with it. Life has been happening—a good life, with other projects and other type of work. Meaningful work, nonetheless. But still, no…
feisty mind 