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Where Does The Time GO?

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Dissipating time

Traces of itself dissolves

Leaving me behind


Note: I’m working full-time now, so my time is slim. I didn’t include an audio today for my Haiku. I will try my best to comment and read your blogs. ❤

Some days I feel like time just evaporates right before my eyes. So, I try and find gratitude with the time I do have for myself. Some days we don’t have a lot of “me” time. It’s not the quantity that truly matters, but the quality. Quality time is better than an exorbitant amount of wasted time. Read the rest of this entry »

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What or Who is the GPS of Your Life?

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What or Who is the GPS of Your Life?
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I wonder what I would do without GPS in my Prius? How would I get groceries? Hell, how would I get home? I’m admitting to the blogging world that I have a terrible sense of direction. Yes, I have gotten lost in parking lots. Hey, some of them are very big, like one huge maze. Read the rest of this entry »

Communication: Why You Shouldn’t Defend Yourself

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Communication- Why You Shouldn_t Defend Yourself
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If you don’t want to get roped into an argument, then the easiest solution is to not defend yourself. I know it sounds crazy and counter to what we might initially feel, but it’s true. What happens when someone backs you into a corner and you don’t feel like arguing? Read the rest of this entry »

Trying vs. Doing: Choose Your Verb

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Trying vs. Doing: Choose Your Verb
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I heard the titled phrase from an acquaintance who happens to also be a teacher. It struck me as an easy “go to” phrase to keep tucked away and ready to pull out when you need a little motivation. Read the rest of this entry »

Faithing Obstacles

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Faith inscription on a granite blockWhen the word faith is brought up, you might be the “oh no” type of person who rolls their eyes and grimaces at the recollection of childhood Sundays being dragged to church when you’d rather have been watching football or playing outside. You had to wear that stupid button-up shirt with those pressed slacks, and your mother combed your hair to the side. Or you had to wear that frilly dress and those stockings that you absolutely hated. And those berets in your hair! Read the rest of this entry »