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Spooky Little Things
Hi. Me again. It's been a minute and I'm excited to be writing this. I also kind of feel like I'm going to vomit. I am not good at self-promotion. However, I thought it only fair that I should promote myself a little. Besides, if I don't- how else can anyone possibly know that I wrote a freakin book?!
By Sara Wilson11 months ago in Journal
How Many Spoons Do You Have
My chronic disability has made me familiar with the spoon theory. According to Christine Miserandino in her blog titled The Spoon Theory, spoons symbolize our energy and how we manage it. People with Chronic Illness or Disability are given a limited number of spoons, and when those spoons run out, they have little energy to do anything else. Showering can take one third of the day’s energy, and on a bad day it can take even more.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell11 months ago in Journal
It's Me, It's Me, It's C.E.D.
Oh man, oh man, oh man. Where do I start? It's been a wild week for me, and it has little to nothing to do with sports; though it will be mentioned. In a span of a number of days, I went from bewildered, to panicked, to frustrated, to nearly on the point to tears, to finally receiving some relief, answers, and a solution. It was one hell of a test for me, and thankfully, I passed with flying colors.
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Journal
Understanding Differentiation Cultivation In Experience Design
When you Focus your Life on Seeing the World a Certain Way... It's hard "Not" to See Life through that Lens. Over the years I have dedicated myself to Seeing what makes Entrepreneurs, Businesses, and Leaders Stand Out, and helping them Maximize the Potential that Exists within that.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)12 months ago in Journal
Read when you want flowers
Create your own love, Every year I collect flowers. Fresh, I stick them into the NHL Winter Classic travel mug I took from the lost and found at my last job. After they die in the stagnant water, I thread my favorite stems in a piece of chicken wire I hang in the corner of my apartment. It's the end of the year and I love all of my flowers, but they're dead. It's time to move on.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetabout a year ago in Journal
Weeping Trees
I look up at the turnip-coloured sun in a sort of realization. At the same time, I'm astounded by the desensitization of a civilization. It's almost like a lapse in intelligence in the collective. I'm not depressed, I don't believe in emotional lags. I prefer the temple swept with inspiration even if pouring down is a dilemma.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Journal









