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Sunset. The relief of the cool night. Sunrise. The birth of a new day. The darkness between these moments molds us. I'm all for starting your day off right. Morning run. Good breakfast. But you have to get the torch to the finish line. The last ten miles
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In. Out. Nose. Mouth. Breathe. -H.
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I had no idea what to write for this today. But I'm still doing it. I can still do the thing, even if I don't know what it's going to look like. There's a lesson in there somewhere. -H.
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Expectations are dangerous. I'm disappointed by them every time, unless they've been communicated, agreed upon, and are realistic/reasonable. I can't expect the worst, nor the best. I can't expect people to behave differently than they've shown themselves to be,
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You already did the thing. What purpose does regret play in your life? Learn from what you can. Leave alone what you cannot. But never regret. You’re who you are. Because of what you want to regret. Move on and be better -H.
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I forgot 43. Not to post. To write. Somehow, it just slipped away from me. Every time I remembered "I have to write that blog post", something else came up. That's not an excuse- these don't take luxurious amounts of time to write- but
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What do people like to do on their birthday? Is it like this for everyone? Do you just want a normal day, just the nicer version? I had a great breakfast, a really great lunch, and I'm about to have an amazing dinner, all with my wife. And
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I turn 24 tomorrow. It's been an incredibly interesting year. Lots of hard things, lots of good. Mostly just a lot of growth. I learned who I am, what I like, and how fluid that really can be. I learned what life looks like when you decide to
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Find someone you can take your mask off with. I recommend a couple of friends like this, and one significant other. That's what's worked for me. <3 -H.
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I'm having a hard time thinking outside of these broad, powerful colors and themes that really only fuel the pseudo-poetry I've been writing. It's also hard not to treat this blog like a daily journal. But I don't want to make that
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Life almost never goes how you envision it will. Get back up. Stick the next landing. Go again. What's the point of holding your ground if you aren't willing to get back up? Someone else will take your space if you don't. Or, even
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Life is a game of Splatoon. You paint the space you want to take up. You push through choke points. You hold the space. You deserve it as much as the next guy. Driving, walking, running, working, writing. You have as much right to the space as any other person