Belonging nowhere used to really bother me. Seeking my identity was complicated. I didn’t quite fit into my family, nor did I fit in with my friends. I didn’t fit in the towns where I was raised, or the communities my family chose to become part of.
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It’s time to throw spaghetti at the wall!
My creativity demands unreasonable conditions. Without solitude and silence, I might as well throw spaghetti at the wall in hopes it’ll spell out the words for me.
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Our Marriage Won’t be a Casualty of COVID-19
The world may be getting back to normal, but before we can return to our “regularly scheduled programing” it’s going to be vital to address the COVID fall out of our emotional exhaustion.
