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Maybe blogging isn’t dead. At least, not yet.
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I know enough about many topics to know I’m not any expert on any. Isn’t that what the Dunning-Kruger effect is about; knowing enough to know your limitations. It’s this paradox of understanding that leaves the most ignorant among us to be the most confident in their speech, while the most educated speak in uncertainties.
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Writing for work was sapping my confidence and creativity. I work in the travel industry, and genuinely enjoy my job. I get to work with innkeepers and campgrounds from all around the country (and Canada), and learn about the hidden gems in cities and towns of all sizes. In many ways, it’s a dream job.
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I submitted a children’s story for publication. It’s the first attempt I’ve made at publication in years. Like many writers, fear of rejection and impostor syndrome has kept me from making progress towards any writing goal. I was writing more than ever for work, and that left me feeling burnt out and uninspired. My writing
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I thought I would never get married. I’ve always been slow to trust and even slower to love, and I didn’t think I could find someone willing to wait for me to develop feelings. And I was okay with that. I was happy being single. I was never lonely, as I had (and still have)
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I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 in the spring of 2023. After over a decade of managing symptoms on my own, this diagnosis came as a relief. For years I lived with the fear of losing control of my mind and body, and saying and doing things I would regret. For years I had to
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I’ve become a political poet. If the last few months have been good for anything, it’s inspiration. I’ve been spitting out poems about current events on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis. While most of those rough drafts don’t see the light of day, I deemed several decent enough to share on TikTok and this blog.
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I’m thinking about moving my writing over to Medium. I’ve been writing on WordPress since 2017 and I’ve enjoyed growing my little community, but I feel like I’m not reaching the audience I was before. Part of this is due to the decline of blogging as an art form in general, but I can’t help
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The balance between staying informed and staying sane is a fragile one. News cycles have become shorter and shorter until we are bombarded with an unending onslaught of bad news. I don’t think the human mind was ever meant to handle so much information coming from so many places all at once. It’s no wonder
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When did humanity become so inhumane? Archaeologist Margaret Mead once famously said “The first sign of civilization is a healed femur”. In a time agriculture, when humans survived by hunting and gathering in a nomadic lifestyle, a broken leg would be a death sentence to someone trying to survive on their own. Someone with a
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If I were a season I’d be winter. Not just because I was born in December, and not because physical appearance can only be described as “snowy”. It’s not anything so obvious and concrete. The connection is more of a feeling beyond reason. I don’t know if I can say that winter is my favorite
Bringing Mae Flowers 