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"Thinking will not overcome fear but action will." - W. Clement Stone, businessman, philanthropist, author   This post concludes the...

"How does fear become so powerful? We can't see it. We can't touch it, yet it gets its claws in us and begins to control us." - Gena...

"The fears we don't face become our limits." - Robin Sharma, leadership expert and author   Did you know that not all of our fears are...

1. Watching the latest season of Slow Horses on Apple TV+. I feel like this show is still very much under the radar, despite the recent...

"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly." - Henri Bergson, French philosopher,...

What's real for me today This is a messy post. The words aren't as tidy and nicely wrapped up as I'd like them to be, but...

Fall/Winter Outdoor Exercise As temps drop, you may need to gear up for the colder months while getting your sweat on. Here are the items...

1. If you're into spirituality, one teacher who has helped me through painful times is Matt Kahn. My best introduction to Matt's work...

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A poem You are not my first instance of purple. Your malevolent color, filled with loathing and shame. No. I met purple years and years...

A poem In every space we occupied, intimate and public. In every place we visited, familiar and foreign. In every moment we shared, alone...

A channeling I occupy a void in space where I feel you orbiting around me. Though not strong enough to pull you in, I sense the invisible atoms that connect us together no matter distance or time, like spidery whispery webs that stretch endlessly out from each of us. We speak a silent language. Clinging to the other body, the only other solidness we can find within millions and millions of miles. We rotate around each other in standard form, never growing closer nor moving fu

A channeling My mind leads me to a precipice. Forcing me to strain my neck, staring into the blackness of my own sense of unworthiness. From the depths of that canyon come the whistlings of my worst insecurities: you don't belong here, you aren't needed. You are not loved. I choke back tears and twist and turn to get loose of this paralyzing grip on me. My breath shallow, my heart's rapid beat. It's a constant clapping in my head, an exorable drumbeat of betrayal. I cannot

A poem The shoulders I've set my head upon The foreheads I've pressed with my own. Each different in ways I don't remember now Can't be...

Make Cooking Fun! I've gotten back into cooking again after recently falling out of the habit. Here are some things I've found helpful or...

Meal Delivery Kits I've lost count of the number of meal delivery kits I've tried. It seems more and more pop up every day, tempting us...

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These days, my definition of creativity is binge-watching a different Netflix series. I can't say I've felt or been very creative lately,...

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