Dazed and Confused
I don’t know what to write about.
Read Morethe chronicles and imagination of Amanda hazard
I don’t know what to write about.
Read MoreI called it from the beginning; I just knew that this was going to be a good year for me.
Read MoreHello friends! Long time, no talk, considering I’m supposed to be writing every day. I am really sorry about that, by the way…but hey, at least my friends on Facebook were getting a little break from me. I promise I will eventually get back into the swing of things. You just have to give me time.
Read MoreYesterday may not have not ended up being so special, but today was.
Today I passed my road test.
Read MoreHey guys! So I’ve come into this year with a new(ish) outlook. My resolution was to be more positive, and everyone knows that things are easier said than done. That’s why resolutions are a thing, right?
Read MoreWhen 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.
Read MoreIn reality, my ideal space to write is anywhere that has a flat surface, and allows me to clear my head. I don’t even really need much to be able to write anywhere; I just need some peace and quiet. You know, so I can hear the little voice in my head telling me what to write.
Read MoreDo you know how much I hate waking up in the morning? It’s typically the pit of my day. (If you watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians, you’ll understand that reference.) I can’t lie; waking up too early does have its one little perk: you check the time, and then smile at the realization that you get more time to sleep. That was my morning today.
Read MoreAllie used to be a hyperactive child, and her parents didn’t know how to deal with it. Dad would go to his office, and leave his wife to deal with the “colicky” child. Her mother, Nora, would sit her down on the couch, and tell her to take a moment and breathe. And like the good daughter she was, Allie would listen for as long as she could.
Read MoreThe brain is a magnificent organism; whether you know it or not, it has goals that it wants to reach. It endlessly makes up new things that it wants to do. And we, somehow, find ourselves longing to fulfill these desires. You, Barbara from work, and I all have these short-term and long-term goals set in our brains, and we work our entire lives checking each off from the mental Bucket List in our heads. I, for one, am excited to share my most desired goals with you.
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