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The War (and truth) of Art
I feel like organizing today, but I can’t seem to find a place to start. I finally figured out that when I get to this state, it’s because I need to declutter before I can organize what is left. So instead of staring at the mess or moving it from one table to another, I’ll … Continue reading
Authentic and true
I think if I just started typing every day, whether or not I have a topic in mind, I’d post a lot more often. Nothing seems important enough to write down, except for some stuff I can’t really talk about. But today I decided to take the plunge and just write anything. Just communicate. I … Continue reading
Ask and ye shall receive, or something like that.
Three years ago I made a list of things I wanted, things I felt would make me a more fulfilled, whole person. I’m amazed at the number of things on this list that I actually did receive. Brand-new car—My Saturn’s not brand new, but a perfectly wonderful substitute Brand-new house—I no longer feel desperate for … Continue reading
