little thoughts

Maybe.

Maybe we stop trying to read between the lines and figure it all out. Maybe we stop trying to decide if we should trust our instincts. Maybe we stop putting ourselves through the heartache of wondering. Maybe we stop looking for problems, because, at this point, we're creating them. Maybe we just relax. Maybe we enjoy life.… Continue reading Maybe.

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Dream Journal: I feel the pressure in my head.

It's a gray day. The wind blows and rain falls outside, but I'm tucked safely in a classroom. It's a long, powerfully boring day of training at work. Safety, hazardous materials, standard procedures... You name it. If it puts you to sleep, we're brushing up on it. I've worked here for four months, and I'm… Continue reading Dream Journal: I feel the pressure in my head.

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I remember the exact moment that I learned to be embarrassed by my emotions. I was eight. I'd been going to public school for less than a week, and I had one friend. The school was still a strange place to me, and it was actually the first week I'd ever been away from either… Continue reading

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Friday night spent organizing kitchen cabinets and cleaning litter boxes.

The title says it all. It's Friday. It's Cince de Mayo. I'm at home, blogging from my couch at 11:30 pm. I'm rocking boxers and a Pokemon t-shirt. My makeup has been removed and my hair is in what could be a bun with a little more effort. Earlier, I bleached my entire bathroom, reorganized… Continue reading Friday night spent organizing kitchen cabinets and cleaning litter boxes.