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  • We Are Not The Same

    For many years I found myself very concerned with the opinions of others. Some things I could let go, but when it came to things I was passionate about, I was coming at you with a huge hammer to change your mind.One of the bigger triggers for me was the idea that drug addiction is…

  • There’s No Undoing

    Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life. I wasn’t doing it consciously. Truth be told, I think a hell of a lot of us make decisions with huge, lasting implications for our future before we know our ass from our elbow. Sometimes the decision we make is simply not to make…

  • The Danger of Forgetting

    The Danger of Forgetting

    I’ve been reflecting recently about the after effects. Some time after we have set foot on a better path in life, the novelty of the walk itself wears off. Where I was once able to find genuine wonderment in everyday life, I now get a little bit grumpy. It can be very difficult when you…

  • Hardship as Cosmic Discipline

    Hardship as Cosmic Discipline

    I’ve been thinking about grief lately, as mentioned in my previous post. I’ve been thinking about the inevitable experience of loss and how each goodbye plays out differently from the next. Grief isn’t something you can plan, you know? And that’s one of the most difficult parts, I think. It’s different every time, it’s going…

  • What I Never Would Have Seen

    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…

  • Who, even, am I?

    Who, even, am I?

    I have a hard time understanding what I look like to those around me. This is because my own view of me is clouded by my own negativity and personal hangups. It is imposter syndrome, but applied just to myself any time anyone gives me a compliment. One of my strongest internal narratives since childhood…