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I quit my job. After writing about it, thinking about it, and dreaming about it- I took the plunge and did it. I never thought I would actually follow through. No matter how tired, how stressed, and how fed up I have been- my financial anxiety always pulled me back from the edge. But on…
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I wet the tip of my pen like dipping toes into the ink black sea. Knowing it would be best to jump in all at once, I wade in line by line, staring at the endless expanse before me. The surface is calm, intimidating in it’s emptiness that hides entire worlds waiting to be released.…
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I tried to keep a common place notebook. I already carry around a journal to record filled ideas, concepts, observations, and records of daily life- so why not extend that to include the inspiration I draw from others? It made sense for someone analog like me, but it didn’t work. I could never remember to…
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Once, I dreamed of being a teacher. At first, it was just because I loved school. As a kid we aren’t exposed to the realities of most professions, because we don’t see them first hand. Perhaps that’s why so many kids want to teach. It’s something they can wrap their heads around. So, if they…
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It’s time to prepare for my annual attempt (And failure) at NaNoWriMo. Every year for about a decade I have participated in NaNoWriMo in some capacity. Some years I attempt the full 50,000 word challenge, and some years I make the modest pledge to write every day in the month of November. But every year,…
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I never finish anything. It’s a fact about myself that I’ve come to accepted about myself, the same way I’ve accepted that I’ll always be short and my smile will always be uneven. It’s something that appears to be written into my DNA- the procrastinator gene. It’s not that I’ve given up, I just stop.…
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I don’t know how I managed to talk him into visiting the old house with me, but somehow a week later, we met there. “Sorry I’m late.” His face was white and jaw clenched, but resigned as he got out of the beat-up pickup truck he parked just outside of the property line, as if…
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I’m obsessed with balance. Dualities and extremes, spectrums and shades of gray- it’s all related in my mind; Maybe because my life has always been imbalanced. Always unsteady and unstable, I’ve spent my whole life looking for a ground that won’t shift under my feet. Contrast and opposition are how many view the world. What’s…
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Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. Ive always felt out of place. And yet, I feel like I feel like I could find some comfort anywhere. By the time I was 21, I had moved 20 times. I lived in all sorts of conditions in my short time; from overcrowded…
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A poem a day,Some therapists say,Holds darkness at bay,And keeps madness delayed. A poem a day,The readers will say,helps the soul to conveywhat it’s hidden away. But, A poem a day,The writers all say,May keep the muses in sway,But won’t keep the bills paid.
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Bringing Mae Flowers 