Tag: mindfulness
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When You Pick A Petal, Save One For Me
It’s the coldest day Florida has ever seen in years and I’m appreciating the small chance at winter I’ve gotten. Much like the weather I reminisce on the icy version of who I was last February and I’ve come to thaw out and all that ice has finally melted away. I can feel it in…
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And Just Like That, The 2025 Year Comes To An End
Life is strange. And time is a construct I wish would slow down if only for a moment. You look around and the leaves have changed and the temperature has dropped. You’re so close to entering a new year. And when you think back, what do you think of? I think how much has changed.…
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Frontal Lobe, Where Have You Been My Whole Life?
People don’t talk about the shift that happens when you reach a certain age. It’s as if your frontal lobe finally snaps into place and you begin to realize the things that are truly important in this life. A lot of things in life are about perspective and mindset. 5 months ago, I felt as…
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Under The Electric Sky
I closed my eyes and stood there as I felt the music flow through my body. I was exhausted but somehow the music kept me alive. I felt a cool breeze hit my skin, and I opened my eyes and was staring up at the sky, you would think I was able to see stars,…
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Did I Miss The Scooby-Doo Episode That Involves Inner Work?
You can’t love without fear, both feelings are very fond of each other. For so long I couldn’t even fathom the thought of falling in love again, because truly, it’s terrifying. You must let go of every reservation you have ever had, every brick you built around yourself to form an impenetrable fort. (Yes, with…
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Poem: Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes, the pain comes in the form of a lump in my throat. The ache is so bad I grip my chest like that will make it stop. Like I could punch a hole straight into my ribcage, grasp my heart and rip it out or hold it as a comfort. Sometimes, you cross my…
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Poem:If The Walls Could Talk
The keys shook in her hands, she could barely breathe. She turned the handle to what would be the start of her new life. She walked in and her footsteps echoed in the empty the space, the emptiness resonated within her soul. There was no furniture to dampen the sound of her footsteps and the…
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Poem:The Memories Of A Familiar Stranger
I looked up and there you were. I must’ve looked like I had seen a ghost or maybe I didn’t. The eyes staring back at me where those of a very familiar stranger. I quickly looked into your eyes and the memories flooded my brain. I used to I stare into your eyes too long…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 