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When The Hard Things Get Harder
Lately, being an adult has kind of felt like taking that first algebra class. Just when you’re starting to feel like you’ve got a grasp on growing up and learning, they go and change everything again
Here’s The Tea Sis
The Next Right Thing
The start of the new year brings more anxiety than excitement sometimes. I’ve barely just given myself a pat on the back for surviving a dysfunctional family holiday season, and now I’ve got to turn around and pick goals, and words and set intentions. I'M NOT READY YET.
Welcome to the In-Between
I don’t recognize myself. Sure, my eyebrows are still thick, I squint till you can barely see my eyes when I smile, and that birthmark is still on my right shoulder even though my mom said it would go away. But I don’t recognize myself.