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Tag: freedom
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“Savoring” is trending right now as part of mindfulness work, meaning that if we can spend just a few more seconds each day really taking in and delighting in that which is pleasant – the sun on our face, laughing with a friend, a delicious meal – we are increasing our ability to feel joy and…
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When I was seventeen, I got black out drunk on New Years Eve and found myself in a precarious sexual encounter with a man who I thought was my friend. I went numb after. It was 2003. Endless tequila shots by the wet bar before the party, to steady the nerves. I was toast. My life…
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My guess is that if Shakespeare were alive today, he’d be all about not giving a fuck what others thought. (You know, in the healthy, anti-codependent, non-sociopathic way.) Let me declare, just to gain even more credibility here, that I used to be sort of obsessed with astrology. Give me a break, I was fifteen. And though I…
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Rescue you, and take you in your arms. Rescue you, you want your tender charms. Because you’re lonely and you’re blue, you need you, and your love, too Come on, rescue you. See what I did there? Oh what a different world it would be. I challenge you to take every love song you hear…
