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74. Trying to Make Eye Contact at Twenty-Five
Zimbabwe operates on the US dollar but without any coins — this morning, as I strolled across town in a Saturday tardiness, I struggled through my hangover to calculate how much a stop at the seven to eleven convenience store might cost me; here, when I want to buy a plastic bottle of water for […]
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73. Trying to Forget the Sun at Twenty-Five
And I just want the whole world to knowOr just someone to knowI want to tell someone What you told meAbout how you yesterdaySaw me beaming in some waySome new waySome way you’ve never seen me shine And maybe it’s the fullness of the sunOr the moon’s humble natureOr how the two chase one anotherFor […]
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72. Trying to Give Meaning to Twenty-Five
As I grow older Less precious and less sensitive is perhaps an okay way I release my clinging to the sensitivity that served me years previous It is time to trust my discernment To trust that honesty and unkindness are different That I value one more than the other To trust the heart that beats […]
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71. Trying to Write at Almost Twenty-Five
I met a man who calls himself Matteo. I met him in the mountains and he went on and on within various topics and his most inspired, to me, became his brazen and enthusiastic claim that not all things are meant for all people that some huts should stay huts, that some huts should stay […]
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70. Weeks Seven and Eight
All I can see is blessings — like I am wearing blinders to whatever it was that afflicted me before — I felt the fears yesterday — fears of failure and of being held accountable but I think the point is less the fear and more the feeling the fact that I could actually feel […]
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69. Weeks Five and Six
Today had already turned tomorrow, only just, and I was trying to listen to you, an old friend, while I ate room-temperature beef with chimichurri, the fatty pieces were all that was left, and then cantaloupe from a plastic container and then pretzels infused with peanut butter or peanut butter enveloped in pretzel, depending on […]
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68. Weeks Three and Four
Focus: Release and I forget what else Monday I went without caffeine and Tuesday I tried the heart formula Cacao, I don’t need a plan; I need a spark. Coffee has loosened its grip on me — I tried matcha at an expensive café in Venice. And I’m just not convinced… My therapist friend told […]
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67. Weeks One and Two
Focus: nervous system and the physical body hydration and hydration and hydration — I woke up thirsty and a big glass of water nearby the door tasted really good — somehow satisfying in the way water is usually not… My cat escaped — she, as an extension of me, showed her courage. She showed what […]
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66. Trying to Be Held by Friends and Mountains at Twenty-Four
Each of us exists only in relation to others — the way light refracted needs an eye to appear to be a rainbow, the way a cat is not dead until you dig it up and see for yourself I know thoughts are ever-flowing, temporary and timely and a lot of the time, wrong and […]
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65. Trying to Say Yes to Things at Twenty-Four
It surprises me, still, to find out new things about my family members, like I cannot imagine that they had lives before I had a life. In my car with a brand new battery, as I drove her home from the Fruitville Lowe’s, my grandmother on my mother’s side recalled to me the details, the […]
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