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This damn paper.
This paper is the bane of my existence. Any joy that I feel is wiped completely from my slate when I begin researching, reading, or writing for this topic, FIN 48. I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a grapefruit spoon than spend my days working on this. That’s how passionately I hate this paper.…
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My Life in '04
The title to tonight’s blog was taken from a scrapbook I made for a psychology project. It’s dated December 16, 2004. Inside, it holds truths which remain constant today, those which have turned into untruths following time/experiences/growth, and also those which remain true though less prominent in my interpretation of the present. It’s worth reviewing. And updating.…
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Comfortable Skin.
Wow. This weekend flew by and lasted a lifetime all the same. I took my first solo flight. I flew from Detroit Metro to Denver International Airport and I must say, traveling is very me. I finished reading The Happiness Project this weekend, and in honor of Gretchen’s “Be Gretchen” mantra, I made a list of…
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Colorado Night.
I fly home tomorrow. It has been the fastest weekend of summer, without doubt. It’s a shame too; I could see myself living here among the mountains, trees, creeks, cities, life… Colorado truly is a beautiful place.
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Love loud. Don't Lose loud.
So many thoughts. Race. Through my mind. At this very. Moment. I’m having a difficult time. Piecing. Them. Together. Bear with me. I am inspired. And inspiring? I’ve been told lately that I have become some sort of inspiration for – (get this…) – spontaneity in others’ lives. Me, the child who spent years of her youth…
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Open the cage. Does the bird take flight?
My mother told me today that often they find caged birds, when freed, will not fly. How sad. Let us not, like caged birds, lose our will to act. I’m currently sitting at a table for six at the public library. A woman around my age sits across the table on the opposite side of…
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Bound to Sing.
“Big Bird In a Small Cage” Patrick Watson I haven’t felt much like writing lately. You would think that I would. After all, I feel like a big bird in a small cage… There was a house halfway ’round the world And I was invited in for a small taste of gin There was a…
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Live just like a gypsy.
“Airstream Song” Miranda Lambert Weekend: Open road. Country music. Music and art festival (Grand Rapids). Guest room. Coffee. Wedding (Muskegon). Tornado warnings. Rainstorms. Birthday party (Ypsilanti). Couch. Concert (Royal Oak). Friends. Family. Laughter.
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There's No Place Like A New Home
It’s a muggy night. Not so muggy that it rivals the humidity of a night in Jamaica, but a Michigan-muggy. On nights such as this, the air sits uncomfortably on my skin. The doors and windows are shut for the evening and the sticky feeling that settles throughout the house cannot be canceled by a slowly turning…
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I have an insatiable desire to read.
I just finished The Day I Shot Cupid: Hello, My Name is Jennifer Love Hewitt (JLH) and I’m a Loveaholic. I have to say, it was actually really good. I thought her book was insightful and honest. In truth, I suppose it’s unfair to say “actually” as if I had assumed it wouldn’t be. As…
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