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2022-11-28 Big Magic ~ The Prequel
I’ve thought about writing. I’ve opened a number of google docs, added the date as a temporary title, and then stared blankly at the little black cursor blinking innocently back at me. My mind flips through the Rolodex of thoughts that plague me and keep me awake at 3 am. I want to pick something..…
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Protected: 2022-11-10 Therapy Part One and The List Part Two
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2022-11-05 What is life…
…but a series of explorations and experiments. Some turn out great and some don’t. Each, in a way, informs the next. Maybe you do the same experiment over and over, changing a few of the variables each time to see how it alters the outcome. You might even do the same thing in the exact…
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Protected: 2022-11-04 The List
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2022-11-01 Latest and Greatest Austin Adventure Wrap-Up
It’s 10:34 on a Monday night… but not any Monday night. It’s Halloween Night and just also happens to be my last night in Austin. I’ve been here longer than I usually stay. Normally, I would leave on Sunday or Monday at the latest, but I wanted to ride out the holiday down here and…
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2022-10-28 One Day By Day
On October 21st, 2010.. twelve years ago I wrote my first post on my first blog. No surprise, it was a poem. It was titled Day By Day and it was about the act of starting each day by reflecting on the day before, and then “jumping in” again from there. It was a giant…
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2022-10-27 The One About Blogging and Drama Over THIS Blog
So meta, I know. And also long…. I’m often slow to process things that happen in my life. I’m typically very methodical and intentional with my words and I care how what I say affects people and what the perception is about who I am. I’ve tried to say “efff that” to worrying about what…
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2022-10-17 Much Ado in Mid October
It’s been a while again. I can’t say much has changed but let’s recap anyhow for the one or two random strangers who might be reading for the first time… My writing is in the dumpster. My self-worth hangs daily, by a thin, thin thread. I’m not excited about much and the act of doing…
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