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Memories, acid, and social media
Do you have memories that make you cringe? I do. They stay hidden away in the attic, rattling around in the dark until something causes them to wake up and come back, awkward with their presence. Most of these memories are small, but some are doozies. Many are what I call my “Bridget Jones moments”,…
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Fork in the road
I’ve been on the phone a lot this week, dealing with uncertainty. We have the illusion of control in life, easily shattered by the questions you can’t answer, or the things you can’t control. I don’t play God, I play Russian roulette. Is this the right choice? I ask myself this question multiple times every…
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Commit
Some words feel like home, tucked into your heart, the way you see the world, the way it falls apart. I’ve lived a few years now, And I’ve learned a thing or two, But the word commit keeps finding me, Making me come through I was raised to stay the course, Don’t give in, Never…
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Paper
Pressed sheets of tree, purpose aplenty. My day was full of paper in all its incarnations. Paper of news, work, and page after page of addresses and notifications as I attempt to notify the world of my new endeavour in the appropriate, college sanctioned way. But after spending nine hours on paper for work purposes,…
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Little miracles
Climbing like a monkey, Glee in his eyes. He reaches for the item he wants, Fearless in his desire to attain his goal. I watch as he learns new things, as he grows and changes Full of bittersweet emotion. Joy that my little one is so happy, so curious and fun, and sorrow because this…