Self Reflection
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The Great Closet Purge
I decided to completely annihilate my wardrobe. Like, everything came out. Every hanger. Every bin. Every drawer. My living room is basically a fabric apocalypse right now. We’re talking over twenty years of clothes. Some of it belonged to my mom but most of it’s mine and they represent my moods, my body changes, and Continue reading
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Dear INFJ: Letter #3 – You Were Never Meant to Be Small
Dear INFJ, You’ve spent so much of your life folding yourself into quieter versions of who you are. You learned how to dim your light, not because it wasn’t bright, but because it made others squint. You learned how to carry other people’s pain without them even asking, like it was your job, your purpose, Continue reading
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INFJs and Narcissistic Abuse: A Personal Reflection
Being an INFJ feels like existing in a world that isn’t quite made for you. We’re the dreamers, the idealists, the ones who are wired to understand people’s pain, often before they even realize it themselves. We seek to help, to heal, and to guide others through their darkest times, sometimes without even being asked. Continue reading
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The Body Remembers
My body is not betraying me.It is speaking.Soft, persistent, unyielding in its truth. I have lost, yet I have gained, not in numbers, but in weight that is unseen, in the burden of something growing, pressing against the fabric of who I was. A mass settles beneath my ribs,rooted like a secret,stretching the limits of Continue reading
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A Night of Recognition: Celebrating Dale Johnson and Female Composers
Last night’s Tacoma Youth Symphony concert was a moment of reflection, celebration, and recognition. It was a reminder of the untold stories of women in classical music and a tribute to the impact of Dale Johnson, a figure whose influence has shaped countless musicians over the years. It was a night that made me reflect Continue reading
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The Inheritance of Ash and Earth
I was born from ruin, from hunger,a child of sorrow stitched from the remnants of history,woven together with the thread of survival.From the bones of a world broken and reformed,I rose, carrying the weight of two broken pastsand the hope of something that could heal the cracks between them.A body made from ghosts,an echo of Continue reading
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Becoming Me: Embracing Adventure, Freedom, and the Vibrancy of Life
For as long as I can remember, I lived cautiously, almost mechanically. My decisions, my actions, my very way of being, everything was shaped by an invisible, yet very real, wall of fear and responsibility. A wall I didn’t know I had built, but one that was firmly in place, holding me back from the Continue reading
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The Weight We Carry: Learning to Rest Before We Break
I’ve spent years carrying weight that wasn’t mine—stress, expectations, unspoken grief, the silent demands of a world that never stops moving. I’ve pushed through exhaustion, convinced that rest was something to be earned rather than something I inherently deserved. But last night, as I lay on the massage table, feeling the deep pressure of hands Continue reading
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Rediscovering Our Connection: The Beauty of Returning to Nature
It’s strange, isn’t it? That we, as humans, are woven into the fabric of the natural world, yet so often we distance ourselves from it. We come from the earth, we breathe its air, and we are sustained by the food it offers. Yet, in our modern existence, it seems we’ve drawn a line, perhaps Continue reading
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A Quiet Unfolding
In the stillness, something shifts,A quiet pull, a gentle rift.Not a break, but a soft release,A letting go, a finding peace. We don’t become someone new,We shed the old, and feel what’s true.Layers fall like autumn leaves,A whispered dance, a soul that breathes. It’s not loud, this quiet change,No grand reveal, no need to arrange.It’s Continue reading
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Snow Falls, But I Am Warm
There’s snow outside today, soft and gentle, falling quietly as if the world itself is holding its breath. The air is sharp with cold, but somehow, I feel a warmth in my heart, unexpected and comforting. It’s a warmth that rises slowly, as if it’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment Continue reading
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In the Quiet of What Was
There’s a peculiar kind of space that exists now, neither empty nor filled, but suspended in a way that feels both unsettling and inevitable. It’s strange how something so dynamic can shift into something so intangible, and yet, it lingers. Like a theory untested, or an idea that hasn’t quite reached its conclusion. It’s not Continue reading
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Finding Strength in Connection During Uncertain Times
Lately, it feels like the world is more uncertain than usual. Every day seems to bring a new set of challenges, making it harder to predict what will come next. Whether it’s political shifts, societal changes, or personal struggles, there’s a heaviness in the air that’s hard to ignore. We’re all trying to make sense Continue reading
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Those Who Leave a Mark on Our Lives
I’ve been reflecting on the people who’ve made a lasting impact on my life. Sometimes, we don’t realize how much someone can shape our journey until we pause and really look back. There are moments where we understand the value of these connections and how they push us to grow. Grateful for those who continue Continue reading
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Half of Me
There’s a half of me I keep in shadows,tucked beneath the surface where no one sees.A quiet hum of longing, a melody unsung,a bridge that spans the distance between who I amand who I might have been. Half of me craves roots,anchored in the soil of certainty,nurtured by stability,while the other halfdreams of flight—windswept freedom,the Continue reading
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Why I Bought an iPad: A Return to Drawing and Self-Expression
Recently, I decided to treat myself to something I’ve been thinking about for a while – I splurged on an iPad. It might seem like just another piece of technology, but for me, it’s so much more. It’s a step toward rediscovering a part of myself I’ve let drift away: drawing. When I was younger, Continue reading
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The beauty of the small things: embracing the hidden depths of everyday life
There’s a quiet magic in the world that most people overlook, the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout to be seen, but quietly whispers to those who know how to listen. It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face as you step outside in the morning, the way the breeze dances gently through Continue reading
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The Home I Carry With Me
Home. It’s a word that holds so much meaning. For years, I thought it was simply a place like the house I grew up in, the rooms that felt familiar, the roof that kept everything out. I thought it was a fixed thing, a physical space that defined where I belonged. But over time, I’ve Continue reading
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Slow Mornings: A Quiet Ritual of Solitude and Reflection
There’s a certain stillness I’ve come to cherish in the early hours of the morning, a time when the world feels paused, and I can exist solely with my thoughts. These slow mornings, spent in the quiet company of Chewy, my little dachshund, have become a vital part of my day. It’s during these precious Continue reading
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