Halfway Happy: The Importance Of Compromise

Compromise—it’s something that we all must deal with in our daily lives. It’s unavoidable, really; it’s one of the few things that you need to be ready to discuss in any kind of relationship. And if you are used to getting your way, and having things handed to you all the time, learning about compromise for the first time is like one huge rude awakening.

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Sippin’ Tea

I get a sick sense of amusement whenever people ask me if I would like some coffee. This is because I don’t like coffee at all; I don’t even really care for the smell of it. And when I get the opportunity to tell people that I don’t like coffee, I love the reaction that follows.

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Worriers vs. Warriors

There are two kinds of people in the world. There are people who are portrayed as fierce and headstrong and instinctual, and there are others that are more anxious, cognitive, and doubtful. Those guys are called the worriers and the warriors.

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I See Dead People

When you’re alone, do you ever get a weird feeling that you’re not, well, alone? I do. Or, at least, I think I do. I don’t know, maybe I’m crazy.

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Expectations vs. Reality

When I was sixteen, I honestly thought that I had my whole life planned out. I’d go all the way through grad school for psychology, fall in love at some point, graduate cum laude, get a great job as a family therapist, get married, have four or five kids, maybe publish a couple fictitious YA novels, have a house built from the ground up, and live happily ever after. That was the plan, and I was sure, at the age of sixteen, that it would come true for me.

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I Had A Weird Dream

I had a weird dream the other night, and it stuck with me. Usually, the only kinds of dreams that I remember the next day are nightmares, so I’m a little concerned.

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Mad As A Hatter

As crazy as it seems, the last time I flew into a rage was the other night. I made a horrible mistake, and I let my emotions get to the best of me. Looking back at it, I looked ridiculous. If anyone else had seen me, they would have thought that I was acting insane, that I was being overdramatic. But, in the moment, I didn’t feel like I was. My anger, my  lashing out, felt justified.

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