Just Junk

Sometimes it’s just junk. Get rid of it. Or don’t post it. Clear it out. Throw it away. Get it out of your system and move on. Roses can handle a heavy amount of pruning and grow back stronger than ever. And our art is the same. I’m not saying burn everything you’ve written...

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Why It Matters

Writing is the one thing we can do that has no limits. You can only live so long. Our lives are regimented and scheduled and filled with endless noise. Writing is the one place in the world where nothing but us and our imagination exist in infinite possibility. If that’s not a reason to...

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No Pings

A day without email. No meetings. No pings on chat applications. No work questions. A rare day. An in between day. I’m astounded at how much breathing room I feel even after one day. How little anxiety even though I’m about to start something new. My mind can focus on the task at hand....

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When You’re Down

When I was young I thought days were infinite. They felt long and drawn out and full of possibility. I don’t remember feeling tired when I was young. But as I’ve grown older each day feels shorter. More finite. And heavier somehow. Like time is ticking away. Heaviness feels like a perpetual state lately....

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Your Story

If you don’t speak confidently about yourself who will? When given the chance to share your story don’t feel you have to talk yourself down. You’ve lived your life and know what you’ve been through and accomplished. And you know it better than anyone. If you undervalue yourself you will be undervalued elsewhere. It...

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Shift

When you’re stuck it’s hard to see just how stuck you are. Usually you finally see it either because you have a breakdown or someone else points out the change they’ve seen in you, or both. Then you feel even worse for a moment. It’s exhausting and daunting because now that you know you’re...

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Never End

I’m sitting here watching my boys slurp Cheerios and milk and overwhelmed with gratitude. I adore them. They mean everything to me. I did not know parenting would be so hard and so all consuming. My parents did an exceptional job of not transferring their stress and worry onto my brothers and me and...

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