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A collection of personal journaling and other words
by Lindsay Dianne.

and the band played on.

Sometimes I wonder if I’d have fought so hard for a deeper knowledge of myself and the world around me if I had known what that would mean. It’s not that I’m unhappy with the results of the work I’ve done, nor am I lamenting, necessarily. It’s that a lot of the things I thought…
Retro-manticizing

The human experience is so extraordinary. Every lesson begets new perspective and another conundrum or opportunity to reflect. A lot of people experience life through an anxious lens, focusing their energy primarily off into the distance, attempting to predict the future outcome of every situation… Real or imaginary. Not a single one of those people…
What I Never Would Have Seen

If I had given up when it felt hopeless… If I had stopped when I was sure it would never work… If I had let up on trying because I had not yet found success… Think of what I never would have seen. I never would have had the chance to feel the warmth of…
A Requirement of Respect

I never have any time, yet somehow I’m always waiting. I am a slave to the clock because time gets away from me easily and being late causes me great stress and anxiety. It is for this reason that I find myself too early for an appointment and make a quick detour into the half-empty…
The Rituals of the Unritualistic

What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like? I always wanted to be a planner person. I would excitedly pick out some overpriced day-timer with matching stickers and a fancy pen and proceed to use it twice and never ever open it again. I have sacrificed many dollars…
Embracing Conscious Discomfort

I could never jump off the high diving board. i could do lots of stuff in the water. I was super comfortable with handstands and trying to sink the unsinkable kickboards. Sometimes they’d put out long floating mats to run along and spray kids with a hose, or pull a rope swing down from the…