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When I think of villains I have known since childhood, the Wicked Witch of the West flies in on her broom almost immediately. She is dramatic, loud, green, and apparently has never once considered taking a deep breath before making a decision. But the older I get, the more I have to admit something uncomfortable:…
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If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? That sounds like such a simple question, doesn’t it? The kind you might answer over coffee, or while staring out a window, or while scrolling through photos of places where the grass is suspiciously green and nobody ever seems to have laundry piled…
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Let’s talk about chaos. Not the movie-trailer kind with fireballs and dramatic music, but the everyday kind. Like when the alarm doesn’t go off, the dog throws up on the rug, unexpected bills arrive, or when life looks you directly in the eye and says, “Hope you are ready for this.” We all get those…
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Who is your favorite blogger to follow? I suopose if I’m honest, and I do prefer to be… I would say my favorite blogger is the one who makes me think, speaks to my heart, my soul, and just catches my attention today. I enjoy reading others ideas, thoughts, and the constant barrage of wit,…
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Rambling on about the pain of realizing the truth of those I love… Life has a funny way of handing out lessons. It does not always send them wrapped in wisdom, tied up with a neat little bow, and delivered at a convenient hour. Sometimes life throws the lesson at your head like a pine…
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Sleep is a funny little creature. It is absolutely necessary, deeply restorative, and somehow still manages to play hard to get the minute we decide we really need it. It is the fuel for another day, the quiet repair shop for the body, the overnight housekeeping crew for the mind, and, if I am being…
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They tell us steps count. They tell us we need a goal. Then they hand us numbers like 5,000, 7,500, and 10,000, as if life comes with a tiny marching band and a daily scoreboard strapped to our wrists. Whoever “they” are, I am not sure what they are walking to, walking away from, or…
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Negativity has become a little too comfortable lately, hasn’t it? It walks right in, kicks off its shoes, and acts like it owns the couch. In today’s chaotic world, negative thoughts can feel less like an occasional rain cloud and more like an uninvited roommate who keeps eating the good snacks. Chasing those thoughts away—or…
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I used to loathe time. I know, I know—time is not exactly something you can give the side-eye to and expect it to apologize. Still, if time had been a person when I was younger, I would have accused it of being rude, bossy, and entirely too fond of rules. This question had me thinking…
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We all have it—that voice inside. Sometimes it shows up as a whisper. Sometimes it feels more like a nudge in the gut. And every now and then, it is loud enough to stop us right where we are. It comes when we are faced with tasks, people, choices, opportunities, and those strange little moments…
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