Life Blog
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I am old enough to remember when blogs were popular. Long before TikTok existed, and before the rise of YouTube, the written word ruled the internet. There were blogs on every topic you could think of: fashion, family, hobbies, and work. No matter what your interests were, you could find a blog that fit your
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I work in two extremes. I am either frantically trying to complete 15 tasks simultaneously, or I am binge reading Web Comics and ignoring my expanding to-do list. I don’t now how long I’ve been this way. I’ve always been a multitasker, but I feel that it’s gotten worse with time. Now my priorities are
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My dad told me that my paintings remind him of Van Gogh. My dad knows nothing about art, and Van Gogh is probably the only artist he knows. I am also his youngest daughter, so paternal pride likely plays a role in his praise. I know all this, and yet the compliment made me happy,
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I almost impulse bought a house. I never thought that would be a sentence I would say, but here we are. It started several weeks ago when I became curious about a house for sale in my neighborhood. What started as casual curiosity rapidly spiraled into an obsession. I stated checking local listings several times
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I’ve been reading my childhood diary on TikTok. I’ve been keeping journals since I was 11 years old, so I have a lot to share. It stated as a laugh, an accompaniment to to my storytimes and a way to poke fun at the dramatic recollections of a child. But, the fact of the matter is
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Last spring I was in low spirits. I woke up on March morning after a mocking dream, reminding me of all I had lost in a past I couldn’t change. I was shaken by the nightmare, as I hadn’t had a dream about that particular subject in years. It wasn’t until I was pouring my
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I have completed 17 journals between 2005 and 2022. I started journaling when I was 11 years old, though I did not start writing with regularity until college. It was an activity that was highly encouraged by my family. Every year at Christmas we would all receive a blank journal, and my mother led by
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I don’t know where to call home. My family has always been nomadic. We move wherever opportunity takes us, rarely staying anywhere for more than a few years. We’ve always lived with the understanding that fortune favors the flexible, so those of us born without fortune’s favor had to find it. So, we chased stability
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Most of my views come at 4:00am on Mondays. This makes perfect sense to me, because I too lay awake so deep into the night that the sky starts to lighten with the approaching dawn. Those hours, after the calendar date changes at midnight but before the sunrises exists outside of time. This is doubly
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A friend of mine told me that she thinks she is boring. I was confused when she made this confession to me. She’s smart, funny, adventurous, well-traveled, and can really hold her known in any conversation. How could she think she was boring. When I asked for clarification she told me; “I don’t have all
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