Some Days, I Feel Like an Orange

I grew up in the generation of snowflakes. Each of us told we were unique. Special. Except, I don’t recall that being the case for me. In fact, I recall more of a lean towards conformity. A constant, low grade anxiety pulsing through the air, amplifying each time I neared the invisible lines I was... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I’m Rose

Rose is a feeling. A whole mood. That energy when you are connected to your inner wisdom. Your older, more evolved self. Very often, Rose exists far away from the space I inhabit. She and her actualized self are off doing more evolved things than wasting time fretting with me. Rose isn’t worried about the... Continue Reading →

Some Days

Some Days are different than Somedays. Somedays are dreamy but untethered. Unaccountable. I believe in dreamy but proactive. Intentional. You cannot simply amorphously wish and expect your dream to come true. You must embrace agency. You must create. Some Days are specific. They may not yet possess every precise detail but, what is there, is... Continue Reading →

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