General
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Today is Crazy
I feel really good today, albeit a little bit nauseous at times because of my shenanigans last night. I’ve had great news, and I’m really supported by the people I have around me. Daily gratitude is really something great. I… Continue reading
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Maintaining Essence
Sometimes, for the larger projects, I try to find a way to maintain the essence—the atmosphere, the theme, the way it makes me feel when I read and write it—and try to maintain it so that there are now shifts.… Continue reading
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Ease of Living
Sometimes it’s fun to think about things I couldn’t do. Things that used to be really hard because of anxiety. Like riding the bus. Some people will never understand it, but when I sit on the bus and realise it’s… Continue reading
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The Ultimate Task List
Still don’t know w hat it is for me, there are just too many tasks and no perfect way to sort them. Little tasks slip through the cracks in ClickUp and important tasks don’t have their weight in them on… Continue reading
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I’m Sleepy
It might be because of the Covid19 situation, but I’m just sleepy all the time. It’s probably a combination of poor diet, the mask suffocating me and lack of diverse stimulation in real life. There’s so much that I can… Continue reading
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I don’t have much left in me … but I need to get these words out … scratching them onto the paper as I try for bursts of energy … But it’s no use … No one can read them… Continue reading
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Newspapers & Me
I used to read the newspaper when I was younger, and by younger, I mean ages 4-16. I think the very young reading was an interest in the newspaper itself. They were intriguing things that supposedly held all of the… Continue reading
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Not so Quiet
The only thing I miss from having to start at 3 or 5am is the serenity of the mornings. It isn’t quiet. I still hear the main roads, the sound of trucks. But it’s mostly the birds talking, and the… Continue reading
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The Mail is Late
I love mail. Parcels, letters and junk mail. Well, I don’t get junk mail anymore, but as a kid, it was like window-shopping. We loved to pretend that we could have anything we wanted and would circle all of the… Continue reading
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August
I woke up late today, and my neck hurts. Was it my pillow? Was it because I slept in? Was it because I stared at a TV and computer screen all day yesterday? Who knows. It’s just made me think… Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 