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I posted on here a year ago or so about my Relay For Life team, but I want to rehash some things and mesh two ideas together that I’ve had swirling around in my head for the last few weeks as I’ve done everything but write. Every year, basically all year give or take a
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I had a goal at the start of the year to write at least 1 blog post a month, it would be the first time in the four years that I’ve been running this thing that I would have had any semblance of consistency, and then 2020 happened, and I haven’t been dealing with it
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I’ve had a very complicated relationship with the idea of Legacy, with the very idea that the stories that people tell about us after we die can define the lives we led on earth, but can’t those stories be tainted by jealousy, perceived slights against them, or even love? The stories people tell about us
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Is it weird that I always come to here when I don’t know what else to do? When my brain is running 100 miles an hour and I can’t think straight? When I need to understand my thoughts and it all seems like a tangled web of madness and chaos….because that’s where I’m at right
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I realized while sitting at the coffee shop today that though this blog is called “The Creative’s Mind.” I very rarely talk about how I got here, well I’m going to try to change that now… Exposition I’m not really sure there is a concrete starting point for when writing became a steady part of
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It feels like this path to being a better version of myself has lead me to the precipice of change and now I’m standing on the edge of a sheer cliff
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As the months run down in 2019 and we are set to start a new decade soon, I have a lot running through my head
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I have no place in this world if you want to call it that. No label, stereotype, characterization. My interests do not fit nicely into a little box. I am a misfit. For a long time growing up this absolutely sucked. In middle and high school while I was searching for where I belonged and
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I sent out this tweet only 15 days into the new year. I had grown tired of being on the outskirts of community but never allowing myself in. I’ve always been the quiet kid. I get in my head too much. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I’m not interesting enough?? This
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We believe in the arts, We believe in love and hope. We believe in a world were there is a cure for cancer.
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