Tag: life
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My Unexpected Fantasy Era
I used to be so sure of who I was. Not in a deep, existential way—just in the small, everyday preferences that feel fixed. The kinds of things you don’t question because they’ve always been true. I wasn’t a fantasy person. I liked things grounded in reality. Stories that felt possible. Relatable. Familiar. I would’ve…
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Building Flowers in a Burning Room.
My kitchen table is covered in tiny plastic petals.Yellow, blush, ivory, sage.My hands are snapping together LEGO flowers while my life feels like it’s quietly imploding in the background. The world I live inside right now is loud.Emotionally unpredictable.Heavy with tension.Full of things that make my nervous system brace itself even when nothing is “happening.”…
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Small Voices, Big Reminders
I was organizing the house for Christmas — the quiet, in-between kind of organizing where nothing is actually finished, but everything feels like it’s slowly finding its place again. Half-sorted toys sat in wild piles that became more chaotic as the boys dug through them. The boys were doing their usual parallel play, where they…
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Without Apology
I deserve the world. I am not too much— not too loud, not too demanding, not too opinionated. I think with my heart. I live in color. I want to be free. I want to use my voice. I exist— without apology, without shrinking, without asking permission. I am not too much.
Wild & Rooted 