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May 7, 2018
October 28, 2012
I’ve wanted to do so many things and to be so many things that on some days, like today, I’m stumped when I think about what I really want to do with my life.
I’m sure of one thing though. Eating Sunday breakfast alone isn’t really my cup of tea.
October 25, 2012
If you told my 7 year old self that 24 years in the future, she would be wearing skirts most days of the week and love it, she would have blown a raspberry and ran as fast as she could.
But then again, predicting the future isn’t really one of my talents.
September 17, 2012
I’d like to stay in bed longer.
Why is it so difficult for me to wake up in the mornings? A question that seems to have no answer.
September 16, 2012
I don’t like getting wet on my way to work.
Would it be asking too much if I wish for rain but without my feet getting wet?
May 8, 2012
May 6, 2012
For a while there, I have been swallowed by the ordinariness of it all. My eyes saw the world as something dreary and mundane and gray. I went through the motions of living; making a living, resting in order to make a living; but I never truly lived.
And then a sunbeam. And wonder flooded my jaded heart.
