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Imposter Syndrome and Overcoming Self Doubt
Finding Balance
2018 Reading List
Journaling For Emotional Clarity
Authenticity on Social Media

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2018 Broomfield Art Guild Miniature Art Show, “Billie’s Butterflies”

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Four years ago today was the last time I talked to you. That feels so weird to think about. When I think back to that time, the worst time in my life, something happened shortly after. Around the time I got to Peggy’s. When I started going on those walks early in the morning, just repeating to myself over and over in my head “I am going to heal. I am going to heal.” And then I did. And I did a lot faster than I expected and I spent a lot of time feeling guilty about that. But I realize now that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. You wanted me to heal and move on, as fast as possible. I know you’re still with me a lot. And that makes me happy because I want you to see the woman I am today. I’m proud of who I am and I can finally say that I love myself- I definitely didn’t when you were here. Anyway. Today is going to be a good day and I’ll be thinking about you.

There’s enough room for everyone. Sometimes I struggle with this. I get scared that if I don’t go through with my idea/plan, someone else will and then I’d have to find something else. Also guilty of hiding my dreams, because if people don’t know about them, they wouldn’t know if you failed. It’s hard but I’m trying to get over it because I feel like, at the end of the day, there’s room for everyone and their dreams. There will always be those thoughts that argue otherwise, trying to stop you before you even start. But pretty much anything outside your comfort zone will do that. If you’re thinking of starting something but you think it’s too late- it’s not. If you want to move forward with an idea but you think someone is already doing it- just do it. If you want to try something, but you think that there are already enough people doing it, do it anyways.

It is taking everything within me to keep waiting, but even here, my heart is slouched toward hope. - @morganharpernichols

Got some sweet news today that I can’t waitttt to share! 😊

It’s my sweet girl’s birthday today! I love this stinky, weirdo little princess so much. I’d give an arm to have her live as long as me. Ya dang right she’s getting *extra spoiled today! 🐶🧁🎂💕

Always leaning toward the sun. Its heat on my skin and its light creeping through the cracks. Warm colors. Warm afternoons. 😊

The anticipation of New Years tends to make me feel really anxious, and pretty much every year, I feel the need to journal a nice conclusion to the year, with some inspiring promises for the year to come. I’m usually writing really fast, careful not to miss anything. On my flight home, I thought to myself, ‘maybe just don’t put so much pressure on yourself and just write what feels right.’ So I journaled, and honestly, it was still pretty “new year, new goals!” but that’s okay because I like my rituals and traditions and inspiring myself. I did, however, take it down a few notches by not listing out a hundred things to accomplish/resolve. That first thought of just taking pressure off myself seemed kind of perfect at that. So here we go. 2020. Taking it easy on myself. Let’s just start there.

In the night while my body slept in my bed my mind was running through the woods instead. One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane. One hundred miles an hour in my head. - @caamp 🌲

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