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Coming Home to Myself
On creative time, quiet growth, boundaries, and learning to trust the life that unfolds without force There was a time when I was enthusiastic about almost everything.Art, literature, friends, love, sex — life.It was all part of my everyday living. I used to write daily, for the blog or in my personal diary. Not to…
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Throw the stone, don’t throw yourself with it.
Become comfortable with this uncomfortableness. Do we choose our ideologies?We live them, so it feels like we do.But did we ever choose them consciously? In school, I was idealistic.I respected unconditionally.I was unapologetically patriotic. Our story becomes our normality.What we live becomes normal. For a child who is well provided, comfort is normal.For a child…