She is loud and strong-willed, adorned with bug bites, a patchwork of grass stains, arms dirt-covered to the elbow as she explores the earth by getting on its level. She is above nothing, and thus nothing is above her.
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It has taken me a long time to admit it, but I have a problem with society’s picture of peacefulness. I don’t trust the tranquility touts of my generation. I’m not taken in by meditative moments in meadows (my calling is alliterative sentence-writing, obviously).
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Then I remember that golden rule I love to forget: The only way to get moving is to get moving.
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Attention pays, so it’s worth paying attention to what I’m allowing to redirect my own.
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Looking through staged, soft, wonderfully aesthetic spaces doesn’t give context to living in them. I don’t want to come home and decompress into a puddle of ennui, I want to come home and be home. Home isn’t a meditation retreat - it’s where your life happens. A day devoid of stimulation and distraction: bliss! A lifetime devoid of it: blegh!
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Sometimes it’s helpful to stop and think, what I am, really, is a series of tubes.
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…one of my morals is to not lose sight of just how far the endzone seems before the last hundred yards while remembering that you don’t get to the last 100 yard line by standing still. You get there by putting in the work, day after day. And sometimes, if you’re in the exact right place at the exact right time, you carry the ball over that finish line. More often than not, though, you get the privelidge of handing the ball off at the 50-yard-line to someone playing a longer game than you were ever aware existed.
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The wayward aims of my twenties gave way to the concrete path of my thirties and, in what felt like a violent push toward the door, I suddenly found my ticket cashed in and myself disconnected from the main artery that delivered vibrancy to my life at dizzying intervals. Instead of throwing glitter in the air each day, I am attempting to make it stick to the walls.
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…irons were meant to be housed in a blazing fire for all eternity. But sometimes you have to plunge the hardened iron into the earth and see what underscores everything you’re working with.
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In order to create something, you must ruin the perfect nothing.
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…when I see women take the louder, more accusatory road less traveled by, it fills me with hope that one day the roads that diverge in the yellow wood of what is deemed acceptable behavior by gender might converge.
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Adam Duritz’s voice always does a good job of reminding me that roses are red and violets are blue, but poetry can be made out of the gray times, too.
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It’s slow going, but already I realize how little I cared about the things I posted - I only cared about what I thought people might see in me. And, boy, if they could see me now! I’m gross!
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…the only hiccup in my conversion to full-on suburbanite is my acceptance of my own townie-ism. I am still some crazed version of an elitist Crocodile Dundee in so many areas of my life.
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