Tag: rambling
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On the cusp of change
Or hopefully I am, anyway. (Thirty-three has yet to take me out! Would you look at that!) The recent efforts toward change in my life have made me reflective, the hour a strange kind of nostalgic for the almosts and life events missed. I’m thinking about all the ways I held back or was held…
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In which the rabbits are rather serious
This is a draft I half started at the beginning of December and got too busy to finish. I’m continuing now. Fair warning: this is an absolute mess. I’m at work desperately trying to keep my brain on task rather than chasing all the thought rabbits there ever were. I’m hard pressed to feel motivated…
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Recent idle thoughts
I have a lot of thoughts about shit going on. Those are the Big, Heartbroken, Angry, Mourning, Painfully Desperate Hope thoughts. But life is still going on, (which I’m continually surprised feels absurd, by the way) and my brain offers me things I don’t really know what to do with. It’s been half an age…
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All Hallow’s Read 2019
Every year I swear up and down I’m not going to put off writing for All Hallow’s Read until the last minute. For the most part I have been writing, but the finishing is also important, and not so much of that has been happening. I have exactly one completed piece. Just the one. I’m…
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All Hallow’s Read 2018
I have (late as ever) A GIFT for you all! Not as much finished as I would have preferred, but I’m honestly just super jazzed to have anything to post. I say it every year, but heck, why not– This is what I get for waiting ’til the last minute to do my writing! It’s…
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Because I’m okay right now
This was a comment I left on my friend’s post where she was reflecting on something I said in my previous post, but then I realized it really should have just been an answering blog post with my thoughts on her thoughts on a brief note in my jumbley thoughts. (I literally didn’t need to…
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In a fit of writing
I haven’t worked too much on anything major, but I’m trying to be better about collecting the tiny things that keep piling up in my desk and my backpack and pockets. (I’ve already sent at least one thing through the wash, though.) Exhaustion and depression slammed me hard the last couple of days, and while…
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Hindsight is an ever intensifying magnifying glass
There’s a lot going on again (again, again, again, AGAIN, AGAIN), and it’s making me introspective. Trying to use that inclination to be productive. Indulge me a bit, please. There are so many things I go over and over in my head about, even waaaay long after the fact. I mean, yes, stupid little things,…
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In which I want to do the thing
I want to write a blog post and I feel like I mostly just want to word vomit, but I actually want to express some things, but I don’t even know where to start or where I even want to go. First sentence is already a mess. Let’s meander, then, I guess. Maybe mosey? I’m…
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In which my brain is a jerk. It happens.
I’ve been neglecting the blog again. (Are all my blog posts going to start like this from now on?) I’ve been neglecting writing in general. I’ve been neglecting everything, maybe. Being sick (nothing serious, probably just a bug), especially when you’re not sure what did it, apparently makes me disgustingly introspective. James brought me chicken…
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