#Love
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I’m back to report that life has been life-ing, as usual, and I’m still steady jogging to keep up with it all. We’ve just passed the 3 year anniversary of when #igotout, and to look back at how much life has changed in such a short period of time is positively mind blowing. 🤯 I don’t
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast;Man never Is, but always To be blest:The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,Rests and expatiates on a life to come. ~Alexander Pope from An Essay On Man, Epistle 1, 1733 This quote has languished at the head of an otherwise-empty, drafted blog post for more than 9 years.
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The seasons are changing again, and right on time, so is life. It fascinates me that perpetual change is a constant, and yet I, like so many others I see, still resist it. I have grieved this fact of life deeply. More than anything, I crave for life to be good and settled and for
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The way I see it is, we can use life’s challenges to make us soft or we can use them to make us hard. I think the world’s tendency is toward hardness. We’re given the impression that hardness equals protection, equals safety, equals “smart.” This makes sense in a lot of ways. The tortoise retreats
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When I was in college, a popular CW show at the time, Dawson’s Creek, came to film on our campus since one of their main characters had gone off to college in the world of the show. While it posed somewhat of an inconvenience by closing off a whole quad, it also brought some money
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Written May 23rd, 2023 He was the most beautiful escape. In a vortex of recovery and growth and inner work and stumbling and scrounging and healing and looking all about me frantically to get my bearings, he became a central point, a post onto which I could fix my gaze and all my attention. For
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When my sister reached out to me in an email in late Fall of 2020, my heart quickened in my chest. Once every year or two, she would throw out some little message or feeler. For the last decade, I had rarely responded, and the few times I did, the exchange was brief. It had
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In the Spring of 2006, I packed up my car, gave my roommates a final farewell, and headed down the road. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going or where I would live next, but I knew I had to leave where I was. Life seemed to have run its course under my present
The Journey 