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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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56. Trying to Be the Perfect Amount of Uncomfortable at Twenty-Four
My best friend, someone I both admire and love, once asked for an extra chair at the restaurant just so that her purse did not have to sit on the ground I was mortified but I tried not to show it. I think I was trying to impress her. Or I was afraid she wouldn’t […]
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41. Miscellaneous Break
some (intensely unedited) words from my recent past that just put me on the verge of tears: WHAT’S CRAZY is how standing under a big tree during an evening shower, being hit with raindrops on delay, raindrops whose lifetimes were extended thanks to the leaves of this big tree; is like looking up into the […]
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Questions I Have: An Intermission of Sorts
Do you ever wonder about the significance of your artifacts? As in if Mount Vesuvius erupted right now and you couldn’t run fast enough but all of your things survived — do you wonder what the people would find? Do you wonder whether they would find you interesting if they discovered the scribbles in your […]
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