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Rediscovering Self, Life, Happiness
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“The real voyage of discovery (or recovery) consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” ~ Marcel Proust
And it’s through those new eyes that you can see the love and the gifts that you are given everyday. This morning, I decided I was going to “treat” myself. I broke from my routine, came into the living room and lit some candles. I pulled out the grinder, poured in the coffee beans, hit […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” ~ Albert Einstein
October 24, 2011
Morning traffic, even if I leave early, is a bear. And I’ll admit, I’m not the most patient driver. I live in a big city and the drivers here are awful. So to get by, I’ve adopted the bad habits of the majority. Survival of the fittest and such. Mind you, I haven’t always been […]
365 Project
October 18, 2011
I’ve decided to do it. I thought it would be fun to document my life in this way. It might just force me to do more interesting things, so as to have good things to take pictures of. It’s a baby now, but every day, a little bit more, little bit more! 365 Project
Everything Changes
October 13, 2011
Four years ago, I got a call from my mom. Her voice was small, weak and a little raspy. It cracked when the words escaped her: grandpa died. My mouth dropped. My heart stopped. I had no words. I didn’t even have feelings yet. Our conversation is a blur, but I determined to travel with her into town. We arrived at the old house and found the rest of the family preceded us. This time, although it was the entire family reunited, it was nothing like old times. There was sitting. Staring. Quiet. Weeping. Funeral arrangements. We watched the news story about his death. And still, I had not cried. What was I? An emotionless monster?
Getting the Green Back
October 9, 2011
Last night we got hit with a booming, blinding reset button. I forgot the beat all, end all, hell-bringing, spine-tingling, run-home-crying-to-your-mother type of storms were possible anymore. Lightning that lit up the whole apartment; thunder that shook me to the core. And the rain, it was coming down in waves. Had my own little river […]
The Phoenixplains 
October 28, 2011
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