personal-growth

  • Dirty Windows

    Opinions should only come from people who are living the life you want. Everyone else should be a spectator. But spectators are rarely quiet. They sit comfortably in the ruins of their own choices and shout instructions across the fence about how someone else should rebuild theirs. Turn left. Leave. Stay. Forgive. Walk away. Try…

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  • Almost

    You wake up one morning to let what will happen happen. I suppose you already know that. You always seemed to know things before I did. There is no fighting this morning. No words exchanged with the universe. No desperate attempt to force an answer out of something that has never explained itself particularly well.…

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  • Satan Stepped Aside

    People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…

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  • The Field Between Omens

    When I drove past the black dog with black eyes standing at the corner I knew it was the sign that everything was going to be alright. Which makes absolutely no sense. The dog didn’t speak. It didn’t move. It didn’t lift one paw and point dramatically toward my future. It simply stood there. Black…

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  • The Key at the Front Door

    Everybody is willing to hate you until they need you again by then the relationship has changed. Not ended. Changed. There is a difference. Endings have funerals. Flowers. Black dresses. Dirt thrown over something everyone has agreed is dead. Change is crueler. Change leaves the body sitting at the dinner table. It lets the conversation…

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  • Crossroads Again

    The mind will tell you things that are not true then make you responsible for the outcome. It is a terribly convincing liar. It knows your voice. That is its greatest advantage. It does not arrive like some villain dressed in black, dragging chains through the corridors of your thoughts. It does not announce itself…

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  • The Mourning Room

    At some point you have all the answers and then those answers disappear quickly leaving an empty space where comfort once lived. Nobody knew exactly why the room was called the Mourning Room. Perhaps because of the black velvet curtains hanging over windows tall enough to belong in a cathedral. Perhaps because of the ancient…

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  • The Un-vacation

    Everyday starts off like an ordinary day until it isnt. That’s probably how most things happen. Nobody wakes up Tuesday morning expecting Tuesday to become the reason they start looking at plane tickets by lunch. The coffee tastes the same. The computer turns on. The same people need the same things they needed yesterday, except…

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  • The Conference Room

    There is no time to sit idle when the world is spinning round and round. She arrived carrying a suitcase, a laptop, and a mind that had no intention of staying where her body had been placed. The hotel lobby buzzed with polished shoes gliding across marble floors, rolling suitcases announcing new arrivals, and conversations…

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  • A person who sits with their demons long enough realizes that they are all teachers wearing masks. I used to think they came carrying pitchforks. Turns out they arrived holding mirrors. Funny how disappointment always introduces itself as punishment until enough years pass for you to realize it was simply an instructor with terrible bedside…

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