resilience
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There comes a point in life where you have to wake up in the morning, swing your feet over the side of the bed, and decide exactly who you are going to be before the world gets a vote. Not tomorrow. Not when the money shows up. Not when the relationship works out. Not when…
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People think peace is soft. That is the first mistake. They imagine peace sitting on a hillside somewhere wearing flowing white robes. They imagine somebody who never gets angry. Never raises their voice. Never says no. Never stands their ground. Never bites back. That isn’t peace. That’s surrender. The older I get, the more I…
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There has always been something fascinating to me about the way the world talks about women. For thousands of years, people have argued about where women came from. Whose they belonged to. What their role should be. What they should wear. How they should behave. How much space they should take up. How loud they…
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There is a dangerous thing that happens when people mistake kindness for weakness.Not compassion. Not patience. Weakness. That is where people get themselves hurt. So let me say this out loud so everybody can hear it clearly in the back of the room where denial likes to sit with its legs crossed pretending it did…
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I’m okay when some people hate me. Matter of fact, hate me if you must. Please. I highly encourage it if that’s the best use of your energy. I don’t spend a whole lot of time trying to change minds that already built a home inside their own bitterness. If someone wakes up in the…
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Some people get angry when my name is spoken. Others get quiet. Others laugh because they finally understand the joke. And then there is me. Sitting somewhere in the middle of the chaos laughing when certain names are spoken because life has a dark sense of humor once you survive enough of it. That is…
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There’s a special kind of addiction nobody talks about.Not coffee. Not sugar. Not scrolling until your thumb files for workers comp.I’m talking about being addicted to easy. Easy mornings.Easy choices.Easy conversations that avoid saying the thing that actually needs to be said. People want life to feel like a soft couch and a remote control.But…
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You keep calling it life. I call it a loop. You wake up, replay the same story, tell yourself the same excuses, wear the same pain like it’s a badge you earned instead of a chain you refuse to cut. You call it chaos like it’s something happening to you, like you’re not the one…
