expectations
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My office is once again in (mostly) office form–instead of guest room form–so I decided I should use it this morning to do what I claim as my profession, and to write down some words. The thing that has been most striking, and on my mind, in the past several hours remains the reactions
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The journey to this moment has been long and hard and chaotic and sometimes frightening. So, now that I am here, I am paralyzed. This is certainly not the first time that I have fought my way through all sorts of trauma to find myself safe on the other side and stuck. Just stuck. It
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My daughter and I were having a conversation the other day about my marketable skills. I will spare you the details and the discouraging situation that I find myself in regarding balancing health and finances. If you have not already become familiar with that situation, hit up some earlier posts to get up to speed.
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The last few days I haven’t been able to keep control of my letters. They keep switching up and making the words I mean to write a jumbled mess. And this is not figurative in any way. I’m seriously dyslexic of late. It isn’t a major issue, since we have these lovely computer checks of
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Once in a while I sit and reflect. Just be. In the silence, alone, waiting, and living inside my own head. It is a different feeling, this reflection, because usually I am always thinking, in the most deliberate of ways, but without conscious effort. My mind just doesn’t stop. I’m constantly assessing—for threats, I assume,
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There are several ways of being in the world, I suppose. We all choose in every moment how we will interact with the world around us. This morning, I emptied a container of one of the two chemical-laden delicacies I allow myself–flavored non-dairy creamer (the other is processed cheese…because it melts so beautifully and reminds
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