Pieces Of Me

Grey Days

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Waking up this morning, you never would have known it was 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday. It's so dark out that even though rain was not predicted, I suspect it is getting close. That's okay, because I like the grey days. A 'grey day' for most people might mean depression, but for me, it tends … Continue reading Grey Days

Seven Years

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Seven years can change everything.  I walked out of the house the other day and for the first time, I did not have issues about this moment. It's not about 'coming to terms', but maybe it's about 'coming to a new place'. Maybe it is a sign that my soul has learned how to handle this … Continue reading Seven Years

A Hard Week Ahead

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A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead

Feelings You Can’t Quite Put Your Finger On

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Have you ever had a period of time where you simply feel, for lack of a better word, lost? In truth, you’re not actually lost, you just feel like a piece of yourself is missing. It’s an immensely large piece, so it would be hard not to notice the emptiness in your soul. For many … Continue reading Feelings You Can’t Quite Put Your Finger On

Apparently, Some People Can’t Read Warnings…

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I think I make myself incredibly clear. Clear to the point of overly repetitive! I'm starting to think I should come with a warning label, because some people are so stupid they cannot read the simplest of statements. If you read my editor's profile I strictly state that I will NOT do sample edits. I … Continue reading Apparently, Some People Can’t Read Warnings…

Mid-Week Musings

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"This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." -William Shakespeare I am … Continue reading Mid-Week Musings

There Are Days

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There are days, weeks, months even, when I have absolutely nothing to say. It doesn't mean I've shut down or that the thoughts and ideas in my head have stopped, it simply means I've got nothing to say. Sometimes it's very individualized. I have friends I speak with regularly that I do not tire of, … Continue reading There Are Days