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No concluding No convincingĀ No debating No preachingĀ
Just sharing stories.
New York City. Old loft building. I enter it through a heavy wooden door. Looks like warm cherry with a reddish tint. Thereās a living space as soon as I enter the apartment. I walk into what I think is the kitchen. Instead, itās a long, narrow room with a bar counter. Thereās still a bunch of stuff the previous resident left.Ā The walls are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. They are filled with old, dusty books. Itās a library. The structure is dark, heavy, and gnarly. Almost no natural lighting. At the end of the room is a small stage where musicians perform. Itās a bar. Itās a venue. Itās a gathering place inside the apartment.
Every year around this time, I dream of this exact loft and library bar.
Young souls raise children to mature themselves. Old souls raise and guide young soul adults.
I donāt want to play a game I donāt want to play a role I donāt want to play a character I donāt want to play a victim
I want to tell my stories With my words In my voice
I want to go where my heart and soul want me to go I want to do what Iām excited to do I want to be me wherever I am I want to be me no matter who Iām with
I just want to be me.
I raised a puppy to realize that living with a dog was not for me. In today's bittersweet episode, I reflect on the time I was a dog mommy and the realizations I gained about my desires and preferences.
Today, I'm feeling extra candid. Hear me elaborate on how clearing physical, digital, and habitual clutter associated with the past has given me clarity, contentment, and peace.
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