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November was a strange mix of fast and slow, creativity and drought, and work and play. It’s hard to believe it’s already over and we’re now in the last month of 2020. Here’s how my month went and how much I accomplished: November Results: NaNoWriMo NaNoWriMo 2020 went great as far as the straight challenge…
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To you, The man I’ve known since we were children, The one who has grown up into such a wonderful man: With you, the days fly by in laughter and sweet kisses. The nights glide by with sweet nothings and delicious delights, With you, the companion of my dreams. When we’re apart, I crave you.…
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When I was more active and doing things in certain communities, I went to a ramen and sushi restaurant with a bunch of colleagues. One gentleman opened the menu, closed it, and ordered Shrimp Tempura. I ordered curry, because I was afraid of making a mess and splashing everyone around me if I ate ramen.…
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These past few weeks, the entire month of February, has been strange for me. I had a tonsillectomy on the 31st of January and practically all of February was spent in bed recovering, or scrambling to get homework done as my semester for my bachelors program was winding down. Yes, I know, I’m excellent at…
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When I open my diary from five years ago, it’s hard to believe that I lived that life and that that person was me. Five years ago, I thought I was happy, I thought I was whole, but I laugh now at how wrong I was. I laugh at how much growing I still had…
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There are certain things that carry over from the previous days and years. It’s been five years since nursing school started, five years since I got out of that terrible relationship, five years since every relationship I thought I had changed. There are so many things I’m still holding onto that I shouldn’t. After five…
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I was fresh out of the package, and you burned me with your influence. Fed me your lines and your rhymes, All in perfect time and cadence. You marked me with your ways, and your faults, so that whenever I do anything, I am reminded of you. Your rhymes and your cadences, all getting stuck…
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She’s slowly disappearing. The artist, the creative, The crazy. She is being replaced. The analytical, the theorist, The Calm under all circumstances. So you paint your skin with permanent ink, And pierce your skin with loud colored metals, And hope you recognize yourself in the mirror, Through the work professional attire, And the fake smiles. …
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Where have I been all your life? I’ve been there, but not there entirely. When I was born you were nearly thirty and had already lived so much life without me. We had a few years together, just you and I, but I was too young to remember them. You hold the secret to what…
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Sometimes we’re not ready for our goals, we’re scared, or shy, or we don’t have the means to complete them just yet, or the time and patience. That is perfectly fine, sometimes we have to fail a few times before we succeed. That’s part of learning and the human experience.