Mixed Bag
A little bit of everything
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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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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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Did it sting? Did it burn? Was it an overwhelming pain? I cannot remember.
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A valuable piece of knowledge I obtained from my many years of therapy is that I have invisible threads that are tethered to my past hurts. A slight or hurt I experienced in the present is potentially tethered to an emotional hurt in my past. This can manifest in irrational or overreaction to things that are occurring
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I wonder why we take the path of least resistance? I find I take said path all the time, in different areas of my life. Is it that we have a natural aversion to conflicts, challenges, or resistance? What is it about a challenge that makes one decide that a quicker solution, maybe a less effective one or
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I have reached a crossroads of sorts in my emotional life. Or more accurately I have changed paths at the latest crossroads. As of late I find myself being happy with who I am. It had been a while since I felt true happiness. What I mean, is that I believe there are two types
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In K-Pop when an artist releases new music, they are said to have a “comeback”. I have been absent here for a minute or 4 years (but who is counting), that makes this post my “comeback “. I am a fan of a handful of K-Pop artists and groups that I stumbled upon in my
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I woke up stuck for the third day in a row, or the fifth or is it the sixth? I have been stuck in writing, stuck in things of life, stuck in thought patterns, just STUCK. Reading is my mode of escapism I use to tolerate the “stuck days” but even that has been failing me
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Jack sings his song; his words resonate in me. He says my love is soft, kind, and blind. He says my love is wasted. He says someday I will see. I look back now, and see my disaster. He says I can choose to learn. I choose to realize my love was wasted on you.
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I have done my best to avoid media coverage regarding Donald Trump’s comments about Mexican immigrants. As a Mexican born American, I knew that it would take .006 seconds for me to be fired up, or at minimum annoyed about his ignorance. I want to note that I did not say illegal immigrants, because Mr.
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I was typing in a chat window the other day, when I noticed that for every single chat entry from the other person, I had two or three entries, and this made me ponder why that might be. One reason is that sometimes people I am chatting with are using smart phones (the power of
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I unintentionally made an “affirmation scroll” today. It started as a treatment (prayer), but as I poured my thoughts and feelings onto the paper, it kept getting longer and longer. When my heart and soul agreed on a stopping point, I assessed the final product, and had two pages of tightly squeezed words. This time
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“I sat by the ocean, and drank a potion, baby to erase you…” The song started all well and good, until I remember why I had removed it from my playlist. My mind took a bullet train back to the moment I realized that I was not having a nightmare, rather I was awake and
Shhh... my Soul is talking, listen. 