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Let me tell you about the tragic underlying thought behind a potentially comedic event. So, I've been home by myself for a week. Side note: I'm so out of practice living alone! Anyhoo, it's like 11:30 or midnight or something and I have an intense desire for cereal. Cinnamon Life cereal, to be precise. With almond milk cuz I'm bougie. With all this freedom I have, leaving at midnight for cereal was a fucking THRILL! I put on my Sorta bra (it sorta supports me, ya know, just enough) and head out in my t-shirt and gym shorts. Now, if you know me, you know I love pockets. I can't… Continue reading This Isn’t Just About Cereal
...but I'm going to do it anyway. Life is like a giant puzzle with like, 4,163 pieces (I did the math with a calculator and everything!). Growing up, we have no idea what that puzzle is going to look like. We need to keep adding pieces. How do we add pieces, you ask? Great question!… Continue reading Using Puzzle Pieces As A Metaphor for Personal Growth Is So Clichéd
Every time around Christmas, the same conundrum seems to come up among my friends and family with young ones: How to keep the belief in Santa Claus alive. When kids are really little, it's easy. There are so many things beyond their comprehension that even the microwave seems like magic. Hell, I remember throwing my… Continue reading I Believe In Santa Claus
These days, everyone has troubling times. Our world has progressed to create immediate demand, instant gratification, and the necessity for near perfection. Regardless of who you are, what you do, or where you live, at some point you are going to be in a position where you are down or someone close to you is… Continue reading Empathy vs. Sympathy
Such a funny phrase -- Life gets in the way. Like Life is a cat that winds around your feet as you're walking down the stairs, determined to kill you. Or it's that one person at the supermarket with their cart on one side of the aisle while they read the nutritional labels on the… Continue reading Life Gets In The Way
This place is a gathering An acceptance of self Some come here poor Some leave with wealth You might have a purpose You might have a plan But if you have nothing Please rest on the land This haven is here but only for souls with insight and truth, as their common goal We all… Continue reading Untitled by James Robinson