Category: authenticity
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baby steps
Yesterday, I told someone that this point in my life is “the most consistently happy I’ve possibly ever felt.” Today, I cried onto a slice of frozen pizza. I think this is what they mean when they say progress isn’t linear.
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the sound of silence
I didn’t want to write because I didn’t want to face what I was going through. So, instead of writing, instead of facing, since I couldn’t even begin to deal with the things that keep me up at night, I decided to stop. Stop writing, stop facing.
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a bottle of bacardi & its detriment
My dad and I did everything together from spending summers playing golf, dancing to his favorite music on the way to school, and eating French toast on Saturday mornings. Everything was as perfect as it could be to a little girl but when you’re a kid, you don’t quite yet understand the concept of change.
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she looks different now
I’ve been grieving a part of myself that I haven’t seen in a while – not for a reason that makes much sense. There are times that I miss the wild, spontaneous girl I was. The girl who was full of crazy stories, the girl who didn’t have a care in the world.
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my thoughts on failure & its shitty connotation
It took me a long time to realize that I am not just my mistakes. Do mistakes shape us? Sure they do, but a person is so much more than a letter grade, or a bad review, or one serious fuck up.
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here’s to vulnerability
For someone who likes writing so much, you’d think I would finally think of something to write about. But, much to my surprise, it’s hard. The reality is I have a lot to write about, but I am so afraid of what I want to write about that I am getting in my own way.
love always, kristin 