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(2023) Her shadow Your shadow My shadow Our shadow I emerged one sunny day From you From your light, dark and all in between Dad once described my birth as A traumatic ordeal It was for me as well , trust me Her shadow Your shadow My shadow Our shadow Circling
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0:00 /0:17 1× The gals from my morning strength class are so sweet; They've helped me get to the gym today and do some modified upper body exercises. I can't retrieve or put back weights and equipment, so it's been on them
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I stepped out of the car and walked into the clinic, sans crutches. As I walked towards my physio, her eyes fixated on my bottom limbs. After some more observation, she commented that she was pleased with the strength and mobility I have reached, but I need to slow down.
Risk and dreaming0:00/1468.161× Matt stops by for an art hang and chat, but we end up chatting on the couch, respectively tired out from the day. From the far end of the couch, Matt agrees to: 1) Be a speaker at Nerd Nite next month 2) Allow
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It's funny, in the ironic way, that people think the physical pain and work is the hard part of healing. I would argue, in my experience and in this case, the psychological and emotional part is equally as important, if not more, and much harder. I know it&
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M, my partner who has been diligently taking care of me throughout this surgery recovery as well as through the nervous breakdown and burnout I had before the surgery, really deserves and needs a rest. I encouraged him to go skiing and found myself a catsitter (I'm the
At my last Nerd Nite, I closed off the year with this icebreaker question: What is more important to you: Preserving history and traditions or future planning and progress? I knew it was an ask that would stir up some discomfort in the audience, as most critical thinking questions do.
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I woke up to a throbbing in my knee I couldn't ignore. I relctuantly took a full Extra Strength Tylenol and texted my friend to let her know I sadly would not be able to make it to her birthday celebration today. As much as I really want
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This is one of those pieces that told me where it wanted to go. It doesn't feel quite finished ... but I don't know what it wants next either. The figure was challenging to draw. Partially because I started it when the drug effects were still strong,
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1 week! Last week at this time, I would be at home post surgery, weakly hugging a blue plastic I couldn't stop vomitting in. Now, I have returned home from the doctor's who trimmed my sutures and I'm furiously writing on my blog while
The first time I recall pondering about my identity was when I was 5. At that time, i didn't know the word "identity" but I remember wondering what made me ME, and how that differentiated from others... my sibling(s), other kids, adults, animals. I recognized