Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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I’m really lucky
Last night, I spent the night with My Love after 4 days of moping around by myself. I’m ecstatic that it’s Thursday today. This means tomorrow is Friday. Did you know I have a podcast called ThirdEyeCyphs that releases new episodes every Friday? You should check it out. Other than…
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It’s an early Wednesday
And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to. Write every day. Write every day. It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise in front of me. The mist of my breath steams out of my mask. Where’s the damn bus? It’s Wednesday and my boss wants me…
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I vow to write everyday
If a writer writes everyday, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. How do I expect to get anywhere with nothing to show for? It’s Tuesday today, and I’m stepping into who I will become. It seems every moment that passes me these past few days all I can think of…
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I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time
I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time this weekend on terms I wish I didn’t. I wish it was My Love & I taking a trip somewhere, saying goodbye. Or us sending his parents off on a vacation to enjoy their time away from their day to day…
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What can I say?
It’s Monday and I watch my ceiling plant droop from over or underwatering. Or is it root rot? The room temperature? Sunlight? Too much? Too little? They said it was low maintenance and still I watch it die before me. What can I say? It’s Monday and the week has…