It’s just that everything moves so fast—and that I was 12 like YESTERDAY, squarely between traumas and completely unaware what I’d been bred for. My dreams were much more focused then…Yet here I am, succumbing to patterns, and being THIS person—whoever that is. It’s just that other humans kept letting her down. They kept proving … Continue reading It’s just that…
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Tumbleweed
“My uncle just passed away,” are words I’ve repeated several times this week. Most people react with a concerned look, asking me, “Were you close?” To which I respond, “I don't really know.” These types of conversations have been transporting me back to the last time I saw him in person: The day of my … Continue reading Tumbleweed
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