restore
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restore

I grew up with immense admiration for my great grandmother. Suzie was poised energy, accomplished and adored. When someone commented that they had never seen Suzie cry (even though I had secretly witnessed her shedding tears behind a partially closed door), I mimicked her battle plan as my battle cry. I pushed down hidden fears and tears for three decades.

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the reminder of pearls
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the reminder of pearls

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. . . I was pretty sure that she had it 𝑎𝑙𝑙 together and had life figured out. I took her 𝑛𝑜𝑡-𝑠𝑜-𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 advice and slowly started changing the core of who I was to fit ℎ𝑒𝑟 ideals; I thought that’s what good girls do, you know? Our relationship was still fairly new and I watched her closely. She knew how to carry a room with her laughter, had…

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retrospection
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retrospection

We came to a pandemic.

As an enneagram six, I pondered all the worst case scenarios and plotted statistics into my autoimmune survival plan. I stocked up, sheltered in, ready for the long haul.

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heated climate observation
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heated climate observation

Today’s nature walk brought us to watching two bird nests. Wonderment & wide eyes watching, looking & listening for four little birds destined to chirp beauty nestled within twigs of hope. We noted their location & vowed to quietly observe & check on them frequently without scaring mama bird away.

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every tall tree first had to…
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every tall tree first had to…

𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭.

Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴛs ᴏғ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

What we have to remember is that the dirt can either 1.) nourish us or 2.) make us a muddy mess depending on how we approach it.

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