It’s not about me. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

It’s not about me. It’s not about me. It’s not about me. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn’t make this any easier. Things are changing too fast. In the past four weeks My grandmother died. My parents who live with my grandmother now have to decide what to do. And what to do…

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Don’t phone it in

Change is everywhere. I see it and I feel it within. I look in the mirror and I see a stronger, leaner, toned version of myself. It reminds me of marathon training except somehow … better. I know now why triathletes love the sport. I don’t even care about race day; I’m loving the training…

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Damage control and new toenail polish

I’m thinking of a quote Heather sent me: “Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.” – Kurt Vonnegut Today is sad and scary – I feel lost and confused. I am processing a major change in my life.…

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Life, going down the right tube

This is by no means meant to be a synopsis of my year – in fact, I’m leaving out some of the biggest stuff on purpose. Just a few random tidbits about time and how we choose to pass it. Thoughts on 2008: – In February I decided to chop my hair off and go…

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‘Time may change me / but I can’t trace time’

So for the past 21 days, National Novel Writing Month has been consuming my brain. I am 34,000 words into my 50,000 word goal. As I write this my mind is really on a scene between Ryan and Erykah, two of my characters, and I’m trying to mediate their torn hearts. I have surprisingly been able to…

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I hate change.

When I was a sophomore in high school I had it all. Great friends that I had grown up in the town I’d lived in since I was 3, a great social life that included hanging out with BFF Amy literally every day, and great times in the neighborhood with more friends and family. Then…

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The moment after all goes dark

Never did the street lights seem so far apart as they did when she would run between them fast on the first set, slow on the second that perfect moment between day and night It is impossible to cling to both sides but if she selects one, she admits the other is not right. So…

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