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It is a melancholy morning. I’m not sure if the weather is affecting my mood, as the various shades of grey float overhead and the street is filled in a sort of half-light. The green looks green, but all the other hues seem dulled with this canopy of neutral sky where I want the
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I was doing a bit of reading last night, in an attempt to fill insomnia time with something that makes it seem less like insomnia and more like productivity or entertainment. The book is one I am almost ashamed to be reading, because its pages are covered with philosophies of giving = getting, and those
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I can’t seem to stop listening to Rachmaninoff. I’m just in that mood. Or so I thought when I first turned my Spotify account in his direction a day or two ago. But the more I listen, the more I wonder: What mood is that exactly? Because one thing I am noticing about his music
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As the New Year rolls in, I am in my party dress, sipping a cocktail, and typing at my desk. I suppose I knew at the start of the evening that this would be its conclusion, but I always hope for an outcome that isn’t me alone with my keyboard and my liquor. That hope
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It is one of those days. It is one of those times. It is one of those periods where I go through this stagnant water sort of existence. The time goes by and the life moves on around me, but I am just standing still, staying the same, and slipping away from my own life
Learning To Be Whole 