Posts tagged writing group
Tell Me What You're Afraid to Lose

It always comes up when we talk about "being polyamorous" which I actually really am starting to loathe the term. Why do we have to put a label on it? Because we all like labels. They make us feel comfortable.

Gay
strait
dominant
submissive
the winner
the loser
divorced
separated
right-handed
republican
entrepreneur

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I Cant Believe I Did THAT {and why being prepared is an illusion}

You could train or learn or shadow or prep or practice or plan, but when the shit goes down it's basically never going to be how you think it's going to be. So just go for it. Figure it out as you go. Commit to always learning, growing, and changing. Do your best.

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Tell Me All Your Thoughts on God (and yoga...and religion...and spirituality)

I don't believe in God in the traditional sense. I am way more into me and the energy I radiate. What makes sense to me is that we're all energy all the time. And we all vibrate at different frequencies and those frequencies attract similar frequencies. So it makes sense that if I'm gossiping or being negative or feeling sorry for myself that I'm radiating at a lower frequency

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Writing Group, Day 6: Bravery is Bullshit

I didn't make pro/con lists, I didn't agonize over the what-ifs. I didn't have a certain amount of money saved as safety net first. Because it wasn't a question. Staying at my corporate job wasn't an option. The only way to go was forward. 

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To Push or Not to Push {Thoughts on the "American Dream" and owning your shit}

I think that the whole concept of the American Dream is complete horse shit. Go to college, get married, have a family, work really really hard and then retire and enjoy your golden years. I mean - none of that works for me, but especially the concept of having to work hard.

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The F*cking Monkey Mind {This, and other scattered thoughts}

 I was unkempt eating peanut butter out of the jar watching Sex and the City. And you know - all of those other things you do when you're alone. I just wanted a body to sleep in the guest room. 

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What's in a Name? {Thoughts on marriage, divorce, depression, and independence}

I always abstractly knew she was on medication for depression, but I didn't really know what that meant. Of course I have all sorts of hind sight now that I am an "adult". My mom and my grandma had a strange relationship and were always at odds about something.

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