Inspiration
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Strength
Strength Is Strength is choosing right when it’s easier to choose wrong. Strength is taking a risk. Strength is pursuing a goal. Strength is holding your child’s hand while they lay in a coma. Strength is saying goodbye. Strength is lifting others up instead of putting them down. Strength is telling the truth. Strength is kindness. Strength is being able to listen to another’s point of view trying to understand a life unique from your own. Strength is saying you’re sorry. Strength is taking care of someone. Strength is taking care of yourself. Strength is searching for light in darkness. Strength is saying I love you with no intention of hearing…
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Waiting
I’ve been waiting for a miracle or for lightning to strike, a moment when everything becomes clear and I know exactly which path I should take next. I’ve never known such freedom to choose. My life, schedule, responsibilities began at an early age and then slowly, like a train easing into a station my adventure came to an end. I feel as though I’m still wandering around the station waiting for the next train to appear. The problem is I don’t know what it looks like or where it’s headed. Somedays I stress. Make a decision! Other days I remind myself to be patient. I’m apprehensive because I want to make sure…
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The Power Of Persistence
Everyone needs a cheerleader. My husband, Eric, listened to me for three days. “I don’t know what to write for my blog. I can’t believe I don’t have any ideas.” He offers suggestions which I contemplate, “Meh.” He listens to me plan our evening which revolves around getting this blog post done. I disappear for two hours and return with, “I tried, but I’ve got nothing.” He tells me it’s okay, I’m a great writer, and I’ll think of something. I tell him maybe I’ll have an idea next week. He nods. The next morning I ask if he minds if I disappear for a bit to work on a post.…
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New Beginnings
It was six forty-five am. Drum beats echoed across the dark parking lot packed with cars. Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble! Students danced in the courtyard as the sun lit the sky. Giant hand-painted signs: Class of 2018! Class of 2019! decorated the lawn.
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Left Out
Left Out She stood on the playground. Everyone a stranger. New Gloria Vanderbilt shirt, gold necklace, Nike’s powder blue trainers, she chose the outfit carefully hoping they’d see she was worth getting to know. Everyone had scattered playing in their groups. She stood there. Adults were easier to talk to. She watched. She was alone.
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To Heal Or Not To Heal
A little voice carried across the table. “Why did you end MYSTIC that way?” Students gathered around waiting for me to sign their books. I heard her question and desperately wanted to answer. However, I had made a promise not to give away the ending to some of her fellow students who were halfway through MYSTIC.
