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just once and then I’m done, I swear!

I always disappoint people when I tell them I’ll write because lord knows I’m lying. But today I actually finished my first letter to a dear old friend in Australia. Now let’s see if I actually get my rear to the post office and send it off.

“Our envy of others devours us most of all.”

To express, release, and learn.

I get too nervous and too wrapped up when I read into what people are saying and doing. I just have to learn to let go and trust that people are being honest with me.

It’s been my dream to open up a 50’s themed laundrymat/ soda fountain shop. Sounds strange, but it works in my head.

I always feel like I’m the only equation in the room that doesn’t add up to brilliant.

I used to write like a demon in college, high up in the top level of the old library. Now that I’ve been out of school for a few years, I just can’t seem to find the time to sit and just write. Also probably need to get over the fear of rejection of anything I create.

The only thing really holding me back on this goal is that I cannot for the life of me decide what to get the masters in. Social Work? Counseling? Maybe this goal should be decide what to get masters in. Huh.