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September 17th, 2018 Do you ever look back at your life from a year ago, two, five, and realize you don’t quite recognize yourself — but in the best way? I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, that introspective burrowing that comes from a place of contentment. How could I have ever been anything but this? So, I decided to write about it. Three years ago, I couldn’t land on a certainty April 4th, 2018 “All my troubles at the moment are caused by the mere fact that I am trying more and more to be myself.” — Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin I made a pact with myself over the past year. I wanted to be more open and honest, internally and externally. I was tired of separating my true self from people with a phone screen. I March 2nd, 2015 Spring has arrived in California. Golden Gate Park is peppered with crushed, pink Magnolia blossoms, escapees that have drifted over the botanical garden’s walls and whose ultimate fate was decided under the foot of a passing pedestrian. The cherry blossoms around Stowe Lake have already bloomed and faded, so quickly and quietly passersby might not have noticed it was happening at all. The fleeting nature of spring brings forth flora |
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