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03 Jul

Creature of Habit

Saint Orpheus0 CommentsWriting, ,
The order may vary, but every day I wake up and do the exact same things. I check my phone, brush my teeth, ready the tea kettle, and moisturize my skin. I turn on the box with the sounds and moving pictures, exercise, stare at the screen made for work, and stare at the screen made for fun. I make oatmeal, pluck one of my guitars, and try finding delight in the greenery just beyond my windows. There are variations in this routine of course. Some days I deep condition my hair. Other days I treat myself with dinner dropped…
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26 Apr

Memento Mori

Saint Orpheus0 CommentsRelationships, ,
When I was growing up, I did the same thing every time I went to my paternal grandparents’ house. First, I’d remove my shoes in “the kids’ room” that my sisters, cousins, and I all grew up sleeping in whenever we were visiting. Next, I’d go to my grandmother and grandfather’s bedroom to say hello. If they weren’t there, I’d check the dining room, kitchen, and family room (in that order.) We’d hug, and they’d make a big deal about the fact that one of their grandchildren had finally arrived. Sometimes they’d ask me to get the mail or grab…
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08 Mar

car· di· o· meg· a· ly

Saint Orpheus0 CommentsRelationships,
I’m a pretty emotional person and as a general rule, my reflex is to rebel against the stoicism that men are told to embrace. I pride myself on the high level of empathy I exhibit, and think that this correlates with emotional intelligence as an invaluable resource. Finding ways to validate others, to make them feel seen and heard, is something I strive for in every arena. Still, it came as such a natural inclination, that I always assumed that would be enough. The people I've allowed in my life are easy to adore. Up until recently, despite the normal…
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