There it is again. That knock in the back of my head, when I look at the blank page and that little blinking line starts to mimic my heartbeat. Breathe. I tell myself. Before I start. Before I place my fingers on the keyboard and just hover. Breathe. It's all going to be okay. But…
poem written first thing in the morning
Rising, waking Consciously aching Bed-head making Dragon-breath, baking Morning is here Ringing ear Alarm Tired New day
Don’t Let It Get You
It isn't Thanatophobia, a fear of dying. It's not even Aquaphobia, the fear of drowning. That's not where it comes from. It isn't even Galeophobia, a fear of sharks. It's none of that. I actually have a healthy respect and love for sharks. I think they are some of the most beautiful and incredible creatures…
Short, But Important
There is this little sign we have on our desk at home. Not too big at all. It's just the right size. I tried to guess how big, or small it is, but I just used my phone to measure it, because we don't have a tape measure. Kind of a cool feature to have…
So Strange
It's funny how it feels. The nervousness. The doubt. The feeling of shame and fear and strange elation before it happens. That inaccurate, but almost truthful, idea of Impostor Syndrome. That idea that you're not supposed to be there. It's so strong. So, so strong. And then, in an instant, it's gone when you hear…
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