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And so it is …
I always thought that I needed to write my story. You know the memoir that would set the literary world ablaze, catapulting me into the stratosphere of published authors. Ok, settle down. You can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even if the dreams are grandiose and bordering on the ridiculous. So this girls’ gotta dance…
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My musings …
If I just allow myself to write, just allow my words to fall, spill forth unfiltered, unfettered, and raw. Can I handle my truths? Am I strong enough to allow myself to be vulnerable, exposing myself to experiences of my past? Would it be a cathartic journey through the recesses of my mind? Or will…
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Esoteric Musings
Sometimes I feel like I have lived a thousand lives. I am struck by fleeting memories, feelings, or recollections, of distant lands, ancient times, and people I don’t know. These feelings, if I can call them that, barely exist. Their presence is more like the minute traces of a smell of a memory. Yet, their…
Selectively Juggling
Learning to selectively juggle to avoid the chaos and struggle
Selectively Juggling 