Tag: Freewriting

5/26/17: The Days Count

With all I have before me as a person and a writer, and as fast as the years go: the days count. Indeed; however, they only count as much as I make them.  I am very disinterested in the kind of life that feels like Groundhog Day: work, eat, shit, sleep – maybe something, alcohol,…

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I’m Proud of Myself

For knowing that my story is not what happens to me but what I make of it For teaching myself to sail when I was 14 For falling in love again and again (My heart is like the fucking energizer bunny). For moving on For the success I had in my twenties For the success…

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Notes Before 31

I begin my thirty-first trip around the sun in seven days. Trip being the key word. Life is indeed – if you open to it – it’s a great trip. Fantastic, magical. Never thought I would grow into something different than I was at twenty-two. I was so naive back then. But that’s how naivete…

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Willow and Jaden Smith, Fuck Motivation, and a Healthy Self-Confidence

I’ve previously featured their father, Will, as one of my real life inspirations; so it’s no surprise to begin this entry tonight by writing about his two terrifically well-adjusted children, Willow and Jaden, whom I think are awesome. In a word, they are that rare thing among people – individuals – those fine persons capable of thinking and acting…

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To Be Okay

This year I have become myself. Or, maybe, I have just crystallized into something whole, maybe I simply feel complete now that I know that this is as whole as I will ever be. alone. And in all my solitude, in all my hours burning candles, in all my facing of myself, I’ve finally become…

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Goodnight Moon

Each day, we have but one day. And reality is as real in the moment as it is false in others. Sometimes, we merely need different mirrors in order to see beyond ourselves. This weekend I saw beyond my own [mirrors], which gave me a glimpse into my future – the life I want. And…

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Journal: Born and Raised

Note: I foolishly came across an old email today that chagrined me. Thankfully writing this while listening to John Mayer’s ‘Born and Raised’ has somehow grounded me and made me feel better. Amen. 6 June, 2015 I woke up today and had a yogurt smoothie and I then I did the dishes. After reading on…

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The Storm

Wow. What a year it has been. It’s as if I am back in the good graces of the angels. I can’t fathom what I must have done to deserve this. This year felt like remembering. All that I have been, all that counted – all that I am; everything that matters in my heart has…

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Flash Fiction: The Arrival

He awoke tired and sluggish as any other day. There had been so many barren days in this untold chapter of his life. So many unfolded tears and so much frustration had amassed within him that his quiet corner of the world now felt like an island. His thoughts had marooned him there, and like coconut…

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Prelude to Untitled

The sound of a fork and knife gently rapping against a dinner plate gave me a yearning for the kind of domestic bliss you both love and take for granted at the same time. Hearing this felt like the kind of perfect summer’s breeze whose bliss catches you with the kind of sudden wonder that…

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It Was All Glorious

Above audio for listening while reading – so press play. I just wanna be stoic, Resolute, determined, driven and heroic. I wanna remind myself that age is but a number and how old I think, act, and choose to be is determined solely by me. Hell, even how I look and feel is TBD, Gym,…

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The Inner Peace of Toast

note: this post was written on my iphone and originally began as a facebook status but somehow, as writing does, it grew into something else, which I’ve decided to blog. This free writing approach is somewhat new to me, but I’m apt to repeat it given how therapeutic it felt. French Onion soup for dinner…

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