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While debating whether or not I should take a digital detox, I scrolled too far down my own instagram feed (admit it; you do it too from time to time.) Instagram became my second journal when I wasn’t looking, a more polished version of the thoughts that constantly run through my mind. Some of these…
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Ha! Trick Question. The truth, dear reader, is this: I am getting tired. And I am scared. And, sitting before my laptop, writing this in an empty room, my phone buzzing madly next to me as my friends and family reach out and comfort each other, I feel rather lonely. Sometimes, you cannot save the…
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I started 2020 performing a ruthless purge of all that did not serve me: boring books I never read past chapter two, clothes that I bought on a whim, thoughts and beliefs that need to be axed from my mind. I have drowned myself in self-help books—personal finance to mindset to eating healthy to memoirs……
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The internet speeds where I live are so awful, we don’t get to use Netflix or ay other kind of streaming service in our home, only cable. This has led us to obsess over a Turkish soap opera, of all things: histrionic as they come, this one is the kind of bedtime addiction I used…
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Lately, I have been thinking of the way my surrender will take shape this year. From the wildly outrageous (an explosive and tragically short fling in Italy; a modeling contract; a shade of blonde that actually suits my skin tone) to the more mundane (a side hustle doing product and marketing photography; even more time…
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Ten minutes to midnight. A plastic cup of… tequila something (I think), in one hand. My phone in the other. The fantastic music the DJ was spinning reverberated through the deserted bar. I was tipsy enough to flirt with recklessness, sober enough to know this sort of bravery doesn’t come by very often. I sent…
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Words and books have been a part of me, even before I existed. My grandfather recited and penned beautiful poems and stories about anything and everything to my grandmother until she—utterly smitten yet spectacularly pragmatic about most things, love included—agreed to “see where things go.” (I could write a whole book about them.) My mother…
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