So this one time (i̶n̶ ̶b̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶c̶a̶m̶p̶)my ex boyfriend took a female out partying with him shortly after we ended our relationship.
I instantly despised her, made snarky remarks to my friends, and then proceeded to delete her off of Facebook because she was obviously an evil seductress with no good intentions. My ex-boyfriend? Well, I was mad at him for about 6.7 seconds, and then it was okay... because... well... looking back now I can't actually remember, or even understand, the delusion of my logic. BUT WE DO THIS ALL THE TIME DON'T WE, LADIES? We watch the men that we love/d make carefree decisions that continue to put daggers in our hearts, and instead of shielding from the man with the spears, our backs are turned in fight mode snarling at the lady passing by. Now, I'm no survival expert or anything but... That just seems like a sure way to get hit...every.single.time... don't you think? It is so often that we let our heartbreak breed hatred. We let it morph us into something that we're not; Irrational, crazy, maybe even mean... and it doesn't stop there. We let our heartbreaks turn us into a band of haters. & I say a 'band' not only because I'm speaking to all of you, but because with each broken relationship trails a line of protective friends. Picture a team of misguided pink power rangers coming at you. No bueno.
& there begins the unspoken girl code of mute greetings and sharp looks towards the evil female that caught his eye. ALL THE WHILE might I add, the man that has you all in this web of anger is somewhere face deep in a bottle of rum having the time of his life - or at least trying to amidst the ruction.
Are we nuts?? Or are we nuts?? The first step to recovery is acceptance. So sing it with me ladies, "Hi everyone, my name is _____________ and I've had love drive me crazy." You see...We've all been there, and as I always say - IT'S OKAY. It's okay to be a little crazy... It's okay to cry... It's okay to hurt... But what's not okay is for us to take the beauty of love and tarnish it with hate. It only hurts because it mattered, and how wonderful is it to live a life that matters. In due time, your heart will always heal, the dark curtains will burst open, and the warmth of the morning sun will kiss your battle scars with pride. But it's up to you...What do you wish for that first view to be? A blooming garden or broken bridges? I must tell you, I've befriended many 'evil seductresses' who have turned out to be, well actually, not evil at all... okay fine... nor seductresses. Ladies, Are we not all just trying to find happiness? This life is too short, and this world is too small for us to be attacking one another. Especially over jealousy. Forgive the man who does not choose you every day, he knows not what he is missing. Forgive the women to catch his eye, she too deserves a chance at happiness. Focus on yourself and where your next adventure lies. A broken heart is merely a temporary circumstance, it is how we rise that defines us. Choose love to find love. Be bold. Be beautiful. Be YOU.
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I’m so sick and tired of this. He said, Then she said,… They all said it, actually.… Have you not? Novelty. (nov.el.ty) Google defines it as, “the quality of being new, original or unusual.” It’s a feeling that I believe we all chase. For many evenings I have watched pink hues wash over the blue skies, as I pondered to myself... Are humans truly in the pursuit of happiness? Or the pursuit of novelty? AND IF SO Could this realization uncover their veiled happiness? You see, Growing up I had the great fortune of travel... My travels took me to every end of the globe: From the Caribbean, to the Middle East - America to Australia. My heart became a puzzle with pieces scattered across the earth, as I fell in love with all of the people and places I had come to know. Yet with each city that put a sparkle in my eye, I couldn’t help but notice the proud, yet jaded locals. & with each city who's aroma touched my soul, it was the same story in a different accent. “Typical *insert derogatory term here* drivers.” “Typical *insert derogatory term here* and their corruption.” “Typical *insert derogatory term here* are so rude.” Sure what was wonderful was wonderful - but no where wonderful in this world was rid of the usual. THE USUAL. It's often a comfort associated with home, I picture myself walking into a coffee shop on a chilly day: "Can I get the usual, please?" (I've literally never done this though. Cheers to the good ole' influence of television.) but for many ... 'the usual' is nothing more than the mundane. Maybe you've felt like this before? I know I have... One evening you find yourself lost in a daydream about all of the other places that you could be... All of the interesting people that you could meet... Especially in the age of social media where the term "wanderlust" is not merely a desire, but a profound millennial aspiration. I mean, how is it that half of my Instagram feed is traveling the world right now? Does no one have a job anymore? Teach me your adulting ways. #blessed ;) But then it hit me. Midway through unnecessarily rolling my eyes at my boyfriend actually. Cheesy joke = eye roll. Do you remember when these moments were new? These moments right here in front of you... Do you realize that - Every moment that you have ever taken for granted, Every joke, Every person, Every sunset, Every meal, It was once new, original and unusual?.... until the novelty wore off that is. You see, We're so busy believing that "more" could make us happy, but do you realize that "more" is infinite? If your foundation of happiness is built on "more," there will never be enough. Foundations are made to be sturdy. More is fluid. Now don't get me wrong. It's okay to want 'more' for your life. I encourage it. It is even more than okay (you see what I did there) for 'more' to be the bricks that elevate your world... but I urge you.... do not let the pursuit of 'more' be your foundation. Despite how mundane your life can feel, you need to know that no matter where you run to, there will forever be a ying & a yang. Understand that you can travel to the end of the earth, and there will always be someone wanting to experience your normal. Chasing a novelty can only bring you joy for so long... Like the pink hues of the sunsets fade to darkness, The feeling of 'new' will always fade with it... After all, nothing can be new forever. The key is to acknowledge this, and learn to appreciate your new normal. See your world through a travelers eyes. Stop for a moment and think about your current situation...whatever it may be. Are you truly in the pursuit of happiness? Or the pursuit of novelty? There's a difference. & I promise you that if you blur those lines, you will put yourself in danger of losing time well spent. Continue to chase the adventure that life has to offer, but do not attempt to run from the usual. With enough time, it will always find you. There's an intriguing juxtaposition to the modern age.
Have you ever felt it? Our society is drowning in technology that provides efficiency and ease, and yet somehow, I strongly believe that cavemen were less exhausted. We've simplified our methods but complicated our lives. Through the progressive evolution of mankind, human's have grown a fifth limb. I believe that scientists have classified it as a "mobile cellular device". Maybe you've heard of it? This appendage has become a key component in our species' intelligence and social survival. & when I say key, I mean the key to a trap door that you're standing behind. (sorry, was that too dramatic?) HELLO cell phones GOODBYE general freedom to just . . . BE. With the introduction of the mobile device, society has moved into a constant state of 'reach'. & If you try to escape... if you cannot be reached... you're isolated. You're either buried in the group chat, Or you've missed (within an hour) the 167 messages of inside jokes and weekend plans- and well, that's on you... didn't you read it? FYI: Picking up the phone to call is often a thing of the past. If you've missed the message, you've most likely missed the invitation too. You're either diligent and available to answer that work call/e-mail, or you're clearly not dedicated to the cause. Oh! You haven't seen that youtube video? the newest episode of Game of Thrones? What she posted on Facebook? Well then... I'll just wait. Am I wrong? Or am I just doing it wrong? It's a tug of war between honoring the reality in front of you, and not dismissing the entire world that is unfolding in the palm of your hand. It's not only trivial matters on the line, but also intellect. "You mean you DID NOT HEAR ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED HALF WAY ACROSS THE WORLD TWO HOURS AGO?! You should probably read more... " It's ironic. The instant, online world of "NOW" Pulls you away from actually being in the "now". Slowly, without even noticing, we've grown into a society of expectation... and that expectation expects your constant attention. Your time is almost no longer yours. From dusk till dawn you are expected to be available - not just to those that you would like to give your attention to, but to everyone. People see when you're 'online'... People see when you've read and received their messages... Suddenly, you're forced into giving yourself to the world or social norms shall label you as rude for ignoring the call to action. Maybe I'm dramatic - Maybe i'm doing it all wrong - Or maybe it's nuts and you have not caught on as yet. Technology has given us the ability to DO MORE, but with it, has stolen our time to do less. At night, we pull our covers up over our shoulders, but before appreciating the warmth of our beds, we're habitually grabbing for the light of our phones. It's only natural to search for the light in the darkness, but I don't think that this is the light that they were referring to. Tell me, When last did you fall asleep without knowing exactly where your cell phone is? No please... really think about it. It's a deceptive freedom, technology. Have you fallen victim to the trance of the algorithm? Is there even a way out? Somewhere between the dancing leaves and the whispers of the ocean breeze I find myself most as peace.
As my eyelashes meet one another and my thoughts drift aimlessly, I wonder to myself... • • • What if he is the ocean? God I mean... What if he wasn’t the man in the sky, but... but the water. As a fetus, he holds us safely in the womb until the moment that we gasp our first breath of air. Each day that we spend on the earth afterwards, we count on him. We forever crave his presence, as he flows through us in every moment. It's as if he held us in his arms until we were strong enough to face the world, and then manifested himself within us, so as to never truly leave us alone. • • • Footprints in the sand, I make my way towards the shore before immersing myself in his vast arms. I lie there - Floating- Thinking - • • • He gently rocks me in the ebb and flow of the ocean’s tide. Rising and falling, he checks in on the world’s shores. • • • "Maybe this is why I feel most at peace near the ocean?” I ponder, as I stroke the water’s surface. I watch as the ripples escape my finger tips. Like they say God would, he keeps me afloat. • • • And yet, I can’t help but wonder about those who can’t swim. I can’t help but wonder about the times that his greatness has been both overwhelming and confusing to mankind. If God were the ocean, he would then also be the roar of a tsunami, the ruthless waves and the intimidating tides. If there truly was a God, such brute force would not exist. If there was a God, there could be no pain or destruction, right? Yet it is the negatives of our world that allows us to recognize the positive. Without bad, there would be no good, but merely an accepted reality. • • • My fingers still stroking the surface of the sea I wrangled with my thoughts... • • • Regardless, the tsunami, the waves and the currents are all but effects of circumstance, not acts of malice. If God was truly the ocean, his intention would never be to destroy, but the butterfly effect of earthly actions. As human’s we are often quick to dismiss faith as we live buried in mistrust and blame - But there is a lesson hidden within the tides; It's time that we looked below the surface. The ocean is but dancing, blinded by his love affair with the moon. When his choreography is altered by our actions, or we are simply in his path, can we truly be maddened that he tripped? You see, like a pebble cannot fall into the ocean without ripples showing where he lies, you cannot walk the earth without your actions having consequence. With each decision you choose to make, you will either stay grounded, move with the flow, or be pushed around by the tides. & maybe that's the lesson. Maybe the route of our skepticism is but a great misunderstanding. Faith does not mean that there will forever be calm seas, Faith is finding hope even at the lowest depths; understanding how to two-step with the gruff tides. Maybe it's time that we looked within ourselves and at our actions, instead of placing blame outwards. With or without us, the ocean will continue to dance and the world will continue to spin, we are but visitors to this land. It is up to us on if we choose to fight the currents or have enough faith to manuever the tides. FAITH Is it not time that we found a little more faith? Faith in ourselves, faith in our world...faith in anything really... What if I told you that God was the ocean...the water... the forest... every heart you've ever met... every moment you've ever lived. Would you treat the world differently? Would you be more compassionate? More thoughtful? More kind? Would you try harder to live better? Would it even matter at all? • • • As I sauntered out of the sea, I looked down at the sand. My footprints washed away. It was a moment between us. A quiet moment, gone without a trace. • • • I tried not to write about it, as it felt as though I was commercializing my feelings, but every time I’ve tried to sit and write... it’s the only thing on my mind. So here I am. Heaven has recently gained another angel, but this time it feels more like heaven stole a friend. From light years away, this earth might look like a time machine for souls, as people arrive and leave every second. Babies are born and families face loss every time I press a key on this keyboard. Every moment that you read one of my words... Joy and sadness plague this world simultaneously in every moment of every day. It’s just the way that it is… But for some reason, when loss hit’s home, “it’s just the way that it is,” is no longer a satisfactory explanation. When we lose someone that has touched our lives, no matter how large or small of an impact the individual may have had, the news punctures a hole in your chest. It’s deflating, and not even the patchwork of forced smiles can aid in keeping the air in. Your body functions on auto-pilot and as you look around you, the world continues to spin. It almost hurts that it doesn’t stop to mourn with you. Do you not realize what we’ve lost?! A friend has been lost. A boyfriend has been lost. A brother has been lost. A son has been lost. A grandson has been lost. A cousin has been lost. The world has lost. But is he really lost? Or are we lost without him? We grieve for the ones that we’ve lost, but I think that we truly grieve for ourselves. We grieve because we’ve lost the pleasure of their company. We grieve because our memories will no longer be painted with their smile. We grieve because we know that our life will eternally be missing a little piece of magic. But that’s the thing about magic, right? Its perception - a trick of the mind if you will. Have we really lost the magic? Have we really lost those that we love? Are they not in every song that we sang together? In every dance that we danced together... In ever food that we enjoyed... Every joke that we laughed at... Every lesson that they taught us... In every memory that we shared...… They may no longer be visible to the eye, but neither is the oxygen that we breath, yet it surrounds us in every moment. Maybe if we change our perceptions we would see that we haven’t lost their magic. Maybe their magic lies within us. Maybe each person that touches our lives engraves their name in our heart and it is up to us to live in their honor, keeping that heart as beautiful as when they found it - not crippled by their absence. You see, as human beings we always crave MORE. We crave more time with them, more memories, more laughs...… But maybe there wasn’t supposed to be anymore… & maybe that’s why it hurts so much. It hurts because the ones that have left us have come into our lives like the magnificent flash of a shooting star. Their existence brightened the earth for a moment, captivating everyone lucky enough to have witnessed their journey... and then, in what feels like a brief flash... They’re gone. How can anyone fault us for craving that rush of admiration that we felt as we laid eyes on them? In the moments of their lifespan they brought more awe and excitement than all of the starts in the sky. They were extraordinary, and while not everyone had the pleasure of knowing it... we did. How lucky are we to have experienced the miracle of their life? How lucky are we to have known a light that shined so bright? How lucky are we to be one of the lucky ones? When we love someone, no time can truly ever be enough with them. Yet, time is a human construct. Something we’ve imagined to make sense of our days. Something we’ve constructed to utilize the hours of light and darkness to our benefit. If we can utilize the light and darkness of our world, why won’t we do the same in our hearts? Take the darkness that you feel in their absence, embrace it for what it is, but know that the sunshine is on the horizon. To everyone who has ever felt the loss of a loved one,… I want you to look up at the sky during it’s darkest hour and search for that shooting star. I want you to search for that shooting star, and when you find it - know how lucky you are. I want you to know how lucky you are to have witnessed this mysterious flash of light that burns through our atmosphere.… Having known our lost loves was a blessing, so let us find the strength to treat it as such If I was to be honest with you, for a little while I feared caring about people as losing them was far too painful, but I quickly realized that solitude only made things worse. Humans were made to love, and the only way to patch your deflated heart is with more love. It won’t be easy... Somedays the pain will leave you paralyzed... But a man never looked at a shooting star and cried because it was over. He would gasp at his luck, ogle at its beauty, and tell everyone who would listen what a serendipitous moment he was so blessed to have known. In no particular order... Here are what I would consider to be my top 10 life lessons for the first 25 years of life. 1. Your best is all that you can do.
Worrying after that is a waste of your time and energy. Try your best - then let it go ... 2. If someone gives you something graciously, accept it graciously. Being polite/independent doesn't have to mean being completely self-reliant. Sometimes it is okay to accept a kind gesture or a helping hand. 3. You were born to feel emotion. Being sad, angry or jealous doesn't make you crazy, it makes you human. Accept the emotions - feel them, then release them - but whatever you do, do not dwell on them. Embrace what makes you human - but don't let it drown you. 4. If someone wanted to be a part of your life, they will ALWAYS make the time/effort. Don't make excuses for their excuses - you deserve more. Have enough respect for yourself to surround yourself with people who want to be there. 5. Don't ever refrain from doing what you love in fear of others judgment. Be brave. Be confident. Be YOU. 6. Always, always, ALWAYS make time for your family & those that you love. Never take for granted those who make you rich in love. Everything else is secondary. 7. "Everyone is a genius, but if you judged a fish on it's ability to climb a tree it will spend it's entire life thinking that it was stupid." You are unique. Stop focusing on all of the things that you can't do well and find the ones that you CAN! Search even in the most unusual of places - you will find it eventually. 8. Always choose the adventure. What's life if not a story to tell? 9. Be Kind Just be kind. It's simple. Paint the world in the beauty of your good heart, and let it shine light through the world's darkness. A little kindness goes further than you may think... 10. All that you have in this world is your word. So if you make a promise, you sure as hell better keep it. No explanation needed. I know that I'm going to lose a lot of you with this statement, but I have to go ahead and say it. I LOVE BIRTHDAYS!! an entire day to celebrate life?! It's amazing! I know, I know ... I've heard it all before. The disappointed birthday woes The anti-climactic birthday woes The 'I don't like attention' birthday woes The 'I'm too old' birthday woes The 'what's the point' birthday woes... Well from the birthday obsessed to the birthday scrooge - I'm going to tell you the point! The point is that: Not only did your mother carry you around in her womb for 9 months, so you should have the love in your heart to celebrate that mildly traumatizing miracle, but your clueless, human self has survived yet another year on this unpredictable earth! IT'S A FEAT TO BE CELEBRATED DAMMIT! Birthday's don't even have to be about other people showering you with mounds of attention, presents or partying (though I won't lie, I love this part) ... It can simply be YOU, quietly in your home taking a moment to appreciate yourself and your mere survival to date. Loving your own birthday should not be a taboo or a celebration for a narcissist. IT IS A CELEBRATION OF LIFE. How many of you know someone who did not have the same good fortune of making it to your current age? Now, how many of you know someone who passed away in a timely fashion but you never fail to miss them? Why is it that we always wait for a funeral to celebrate life? We wait until it's too late to let those around us know how adored they were. Why are some of us so caught up in the marketing idea of a 'birthday' that we won't take a day to appreciate OURSELVES? Isn't that what it's all about? A day to appreciate the miracle of your life. I for one refuse the fate of dismissing the celebration, and have ZERO shame in sharing my bold love for my birthday with you! I must say that I am very lucky to have found a tribe of friends and family who continue to accept and indulge in my love for all things 'birthday'. Despite the potential prerogative of some, to disregard their own birthday (much to my dismay), they never fail to humor my excitement. I CALL THAT LOVE. This week I turned a quarter century. I turned a quarter century, and though the road is a little more rocky than I anticipated - the journey has been nothing short of an adventure! Here's to 25 years on this beautiful earth. Here's to 25 birthdays and Here's to 25 more. My wish for you is that you celebrate every birthday as you should, and that you find wonderful people to share your years with. Dear mothers and fathers of the world, Let me start by admitting that I am not a parent, nor do I plan to be anytime soon. I have not experienced the sacrifices that you may have, nor the joys of watching the little person that you have moulded reach milestones in their life. No, I am not a mother But I am a daughter. I am a daughter who has watched her own parents sacrifice in the face of unconditional love. I have watched two human beings face trials and tribulations of their own, but despite it all, have always risen above without hesitating to safeguard the best interest of their children. Throughout my lifetime, I have had the great honor of watching two imperfect human beings become the perfect role models - Not because they have always set a sterling example, but because they have never failed to try. Mothers and fathers of the world, I am writing to you today to let you know that the secret is out: we know that you’re not perfect, but it’s okay. That's really what I wanted to let you know: That IT’S OKAY. I believe I speak for all children when I say: "It’s not the image of ‘perfection’ that warms our hearts as we grow older. It’s not the perfect gift, or the perfect school, or the perfect home: It’s the messy, silly, unmeasured love and support that you shower us with daily that we hold dear." It’s the days that you played ‘hide and seek’ with us, pretending not to know where we were (even though we always hid in the same cupboard). It’s the comforting words that you don't remember whispering that we never forgot. It’s the many times that you wiped our tears because a silly boy/girl made us cry. It’s the “no” that you told, that took us 10 years to realize why. Parents, please know that your love and support trumps all. It’s not the perfection that we remember. It’s the affection. As we get older, we learn that you are not perfect, and you don’t have to be. It’s comforting to know that you can understand our tears, our fears and our troubles. It’s comforting to know that you've messed up once or twice yourself, and that it’s going to be okay. Your imperfection doesn’t make you a bad parent - in fact, it almost makes you a better one. Please understand that, and then remove the parental pressure of ‘having to be good enough’. You’re already good enough. We are a piece of you, But we aren't you. Though we may share in one anothers trials and triumphs, our joys are not your joys and our faults are not your faults. At the end of it all, We are all just people doing the best that we can. If you want what's best for us... if you really want us to thrive JUST GIVE US THE LOVE AND SUPPORT THAT WE NEED. Do you understand that by nature all that we want is to be loved by YOU? So please, LOVE US LOVE US WILDLY WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART. Love us by spending time with us. Love us by sharing your knowledge with us. Love us by telling us 'no' when we need to hear it. Love us by listening. Love us by simply being around. But first, remember to love yourself... because we are but extensions of your heart. Parents of the world, I know that it's not easy. I could only begin to imagine... But something struck a cord in me today, and I felt that you needed to hear it.... 'Stop worrying so much. You're doing great.' All those late nights that we kept you awake - The attitude, the slamming doors, and that forever emptying wallet of yours... We grow up to appreciate it more than you may ever know, and that love that you taught us will be reciprocated ten fold. You don't need to give your children the world to be a 'good parent'. You are our world. It all begins and ends with a little more love. Thank you mum & dad for the infinite love.
Muscat, Oman 2017It's amazing the stereotype that the Western world has on the "Middle East".
This place is beautiful. It's peaceful. It's inspiring. Dear successfully adulating human,
WHERE DO YOU FIND THE TIME? In fact, do you really even exist? Are you an achievable goal that I will eventually get the hang of, or are you simply a myth? I’m exhausted. I fell asleep on the couch in my gym clothes (instead of going to the gym) yesterday. My laundry has been in the dryer for two days. My clothes that need hand washing have been thrown back into the dirty-clothes basket “to do after” for about 3 weeks now. I ate popcorn for dinner the other night because my fridge was bare and I couldn’t muster up the energy after work to stand in a grocery line. AND THE SCARY PART? I’m very fortunate to have my family (shout out to GrannyChee) who helps me out A LOT. Needless to say that I am not ready to work and simultaneously deal with myself on a full-time basis just yet. In fact, I recently lost custody of the tomato plants that I’ve been trying to grow. True story: My boyfriend came over and decided that they were in unacceptable condition and insisted that he take them home to give them proper care and attention... these plants were like my babies. I was heartbroken. I. CAN’T. EVEN. BE. TRUSTED. TO. PARENT. TOMATOES. Are you hearing how sad this is? ADULTS! PARENTS! How do you do it? Parents especially... … How do you find the time and energy to take care of yourself AND a miniature human who calls for your attention 24/7? I got my first dose of “I have a long way to go” last week when I went to work with my face leaking (pretty imagery huh?) due to the flu. With puffy eyes and a tap for a face all I wanted was my mummy to put me to bed, wrap me up like a roti and bring me some soup.…Don’t judge me. You’re never too old for some mummy love. Unfortunately, my mom is a trillion miles away, and I had to work. In a moment of sniffling through my daydreams of plush pillows and cozy blankets, I realized that I still had the opportunity to collapse on my couch in silence at the end of the day. It was in that moment I thought to myself: “What about parents who have no such thing as a sick day because there’s always a little human who needs their strength.…” LET ME TAKE A MOMENT TO COMMEND YOU; TO COMMEND MY PARENTS AND ALL PARENTS. YOU ARE THE EMPER[OR/RESS] OF ADULTING. Wait. Writing this I think that I just answered my opening question. Successful adults are not a myth: They exist. They are the mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, teachers, guardians and respected individuals who find the strength everyday to keep pushing forward. Maybe being an adult isn’t about knowing it all, but having the courage to figure it out. Maybe being an adult doesn’t mean having it all together, – But keeping it together even when you don’t. We so often classify successful adults based on face value and economic standing, but I’m starting to believe that it’s not (completely) about that at all. It’s about the strong individuals who wake up every morning with the drive to be better than they were yesterday. It’s about the brave individuals who aren’t afraid to ask for help when they need it most. It’s about the kind individuals who reach out their hand to lift others higher. It’s about the compassionate individuals who prioritize the ones they love fiercely. Come to think about it - Maybe being an adult is really just all about stepping up to the plate when the time calls. Sure, I can work on my gardening skills and even improve on the time management executed in my personal life- but if wrinkled laundry is the price that I pay for prioritizing a career and my loved ones . . . I’d have to say that I’m not doing half bad. Maybe we’re all doing more than we give ourselves credit for.… I've come to think that, Being an adult isn’t all about being economically successful, but being brave enough to continuously take the next step forward. ____ Well that post did a total 360, huh? I guess sometimes it takes a little self-reflective rant to realize that you’re going to be just fine. So let’s keep moving shall we? Together. |
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