Blips
Short Thoughts
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It’s late. I take a deep breath. In this quiet moment I let the tears flow. I prefer to cry alone. I’m authentic in this moment. The fear is real. The moment is surreal. I feel gratitude for the moments I have left. “One breath at a time” I say when it’s just
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I know the term low grade fever is used when describing someone having a fever that is not dangerous. I feel like these last few months I have had a low-grade depression, because I am functional, I go to work, I make an effort to be sociable for the most part. But the solitude that
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I have started and erased a few rants this month. I have considered adding a new category to my site called “Uncensored and Unfiltered”
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If you are fortunate enough to live where nature reminds you of the changing seasons, you will likely see the leaves on the trees transforming into a beautiful array of oranges, yellows, and reds right about now. I miss that now that I do not live in the Pacific Northwest. Don’t get me wrong, I
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Here I am putting pen to paper to jot down a few words and say hello, let you know I am alive and well.
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I found myself sharing with someone that certain people in my immediate world bring out the “crazy” in me. As I shared that with this person, it resonated within me as a truth. However, as I reflect on that conversation I realize I do not want it to be my truth. I do not want to hold or
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During the last shut down in California, the Pandemic became real for me. What I mean by this is I had seen it in the news, but had not know anyone personally who was touched by it. However in January, an Uncle whom I had a fondness of passed from COVID complications. Then, last week I had another
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What I believe to be true in my world is what becomes true in my day-to-day living.
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I am blessed in my creative nature.
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And this little blip was to let you know that I obtained a new pen that I love!
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For that, I thank you from the deepest part of who I am.
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Growing up I would hear people say they wanted to be “rich and famous”.
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As I listen to one of my favorite bands’ latest albums, I realize how much I love the bass and drum combo of a song.
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Do you ever find yourself asking yourself why you are friends with a person?
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I have read so many times that the way to becoming a good writer is to write every day for a set number of hours.
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I love new notebooks about as much as I love new books.
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I love music. I love what it makes me feel. I love how I feel. I think it is a way for me to get lost, without having somewhere to go. I give control to the song, to the lyrics. I am at the mercy of the artist. I am at the mercy of their story. It is easier to live someone
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I have always said I am an addict, or more accurately I have an addictive personality. What does that really mean? Why do I insist on believing this untruth? I am nothing I do not want to be. Why do I live in the things I do not want to live in? I am the master of my world. I am
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Sometimes my mind just runs away and leaves me in the dust. I cannot always put my thoughts on paper. I have a hard time knowing when to stop, when I do not know I have started. Music allows me to feel. Music allows me to speak. I cannot carry a tune to save my life, but that does not
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Adulthood can be so overwhelming at times… I am sorry, but I have to take a side step, if we have had the blessing of sharing a face-to-face conversation, or maybe a technology facilitated one by either text or call. You will know I like making up words. For example as I let the word “Adulthood” bounce
Shhh... my Soul is talking, listen. 