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Identity Epiphany
I have been trying to define myself all my life. There is one way that I want people to see me and it includes multiple facets, yet I fail at this all the time when leaving behind what I feel is my definition. For example, I came across the “List your Favorite Bands” page in... Continue Reading →
I saw the sign….
Symbols have always been incredibly important to me. I think it's my main draw to most jewelry and many things I have kept over the years. Going through all of my things that we saved from Hurricane Harvey has been so nostalgic and surprisingly a wonderful opportunity to stimulate memories I'd forgotten. What others may... Continue Reading →
Being Mindful.
So I’ve been meditating every morning for a week and I have to say that it has had a very positive effect. I think part of it was because I was already in a relaxed place to begin with. A place I haven’t really been in very often for awhile now. First I want to... Continue Reading →
Identity
Identity. It encompasses our entire being. We question it daily and we question what others perceive it to be. Who we were as a child may or may not be who we are now. Are we that same person we started with? Have we changed completely in a way that coincides with our constant cell... Continue Reading →
What’s in a word?
What's in a word? From my perspective, a lot. I hear a lot of various exclamations throughout the day, face to face, on social media, and throughout my life. That being said, a lot of these sayings, terms of endearment, and phrases bother me. I'm always thinking twice about them. Let's start with the overuse... Continue Reading →
Obsession with looks: a study in self destruction.
Obsession, on its own, is a destructive feeling. Obsession with something naturally unattainable yet still perceived as attainable is agonizingly maddening. Thank you, America. I’ve spent years…YEARS worrying, thinking, and analyzing the way I look. What. A. Waste. When I was younger, I didn’t want to wear make-up. I think I subconsciously knew that make-up... Continue Reading →
Friends ruined me….
My whole life, I've resolved that I would be a part of a group of friends that was convincingly, yet nauseatingly, close. Growing up, the television shows I watched painted a picture of what friends could be for me. I imagine it was similar to the picture Disney painted for romantic relationships that many other... Continue Reading →
A Second Act
“There are no second acts in America.” –F. Scott Fitzgerald Since I’ve left Dallas, I’ve been thinking about regret and experience and what the difference is. I imagine they can be one and the same but “experience” just has a positive connotation where the word “regret” can be doused with guilt and unresolved feelings about... Continue Reading →
