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Action!
What are you waiting on permission for? I grew up asking for permission on almost everything. Didn’t we all? Can I stay up late? Can I sleep over so and so’s house? Can I hang with my friends after school? As I got older, it changed. I chose for myself. I didn’t always make the… — read more
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Living Matters
It all maters, all of it. It matters now that my dad is dying. Eventhough he was dying before, i mean, we’re all dying, but he now has an actual sentence. A diagnoses that tells him, “do this and maybe live. Do that and for sure die.” So there are no guarantees and he knows… — read more
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Enough is a State of Being
If we are not enough for ourselves, we can’t be enough for others. To be enough means you have accepted yourself for who you are; quirks and all. That you are content with yourself and nothing anyone else tells you will have you doubt yourself. There will always be others that have an opinion on… — read more
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Boundaries
This is such a hard topic for me to discuss because I am not actually sure what my boundaries are. Or maybe, it’s that I do know what they are but I’m not sure how to go about explaining them in words to others that need to hear them so they can understand what I… — read more
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Religious vs Spiritual
I’ve cracked the code on the difference between religious and spiritual. Tonight, as I lead my interfaith group into a discussion of the Yamas and Niyamas., a good friend, while referring to a quote in the book ‘The Yamas & Niyamas’ by Deborah Adele on page 173: “The way to have a good day is… — read more
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Fear of Trying
Recently my wonderful sister friend and I decided that our podcast needed to be placed on hold. It seems like this was a long time coming but really it was only in the last few episodes that things began to dwindle. When we first began this endeavor our goal, our why, to this podcast was… — read more
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Truths on Losing a Baby
I didn’t want to fail but it wasn’t really up to me. When I was losing him, I swear I thought I was going to get to keep him. They told me they heard his heartbeat every time they put the monitor to my belly. You could hear his beautiful, strong heartbeat. He wanted out… — read more
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Mind Trap
What am I doing it all for if everything I write remains in the dark? If the messages I receive I keep to myself? They’re doing no good up here and definitely no good on this scrap of paper. The messages are for now. Not for when my child finds them one day in an… — read more
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