Tag: Gratitude
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Coffee Cake
“Let us cherish and love old age; for it is full of pleasure if one knows how to use it.” – Seneca
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Eighteen Reflections on What I’ve Learned in Eighteen Years of Sobriety
Life will go on with, or without me. Whenever tragedy strikes, my energy is better spent thinking of others. Just because it feels like the world has stopped, doesn’t mean it has. Alcoholism, drug addiction, and trauma are all diseases of perception. All three work to kill its host by convincing them they aren’t afflicted. […]
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Taking a Gap Year
Watching this old woman relive her college days reminded me of Soren Kierkegaard’s quote; “Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.”
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Ice Cream Heaven
“The ice cream is always flowing, and the conversation is always interesting in my version of heaven.”
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Violently Creative
“Creativity is the expression of the inexpressible. Art is pain in all it’s beautiful glory. Without an outlet for creativity, the soul cannot thrive.”
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A Shot in The Ice
“A man who carries a cat by the tale learns something he can learn in no other way.” -Mark Twain
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The Struggle of Conflicting Wants
Ever since I was fifteen years old and attended my first “meat fabrication” class in culinary school, I’ve been a conflicted vegetarian. It wasn’t the blood, or the immense physical effort it takes to disassemble a dead cow that turned me off to meat, but rather seeing the living conditions the cows lived in before […]
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Dance Like Your Inner Child is Watching
“Our daughter’s class was first, and she was glowing from the moment we pulled in the parking lot. She marched her way up to the check-in desk and then sat down in the cement hallway to change into her dance shoes. When her dance troop was called, she raced into the studio, with me tailing behind struggling to carry shoes, coats, water bottle, and the weight of my own prejudice about dance.”
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Hurry Up and Wait
This morning while life was unfolding with all the chaos that two little kiddos bring, my husband was moving slower than I would have liked. My lower self had to tell him so. His response was golden; he gently asked me if I was aware that people with PTSD often think other people are lazy? […]
Happy Langdon 