Tag: Selfreflection
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A Collection of Magical Moments.
Lady Snap appreciates the little things, yo. (And the not-so-little). A Good Day to you, my Dear Reader. And greetings from Snap and Sweet Husband’s Study, which is adorned with architect-like, chalkboard-drawing wallpaper. Pendleton comforter. Window admitting a delicious array of morning sun. I’ve got coffee breath, and chocolate donut taste on my tongue. The…
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Pretty Good.
I am pretty good at waking up before the alarm. I am pretty good at writing on chalkboards. I am pretty good at disarming people with logic and reason. I am pretty good at parallel parking. (Okay. I’m actually pretty badass at this.) I am pretty good at seeing the best in people. . .…
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Not Good.
I am not good at pretending to be busy. I am not good with numbers, statistics, or chronology. I am not good at dressing professionally. I am not good at making ‘data’ seem worthwhile. I am not good at chit-chatting in work-related peer groups. . . . I am not good at posting on Social…
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Who Are You?
(Possibly) (Probably) Incoherent Ramblings from Yours Truly Wuddup, yo. It’s a new month, so you just know I’ve taken this opportunity for another fresh start. (Broken record. Such a broken record.) I’m gonna read a book from start to finish. (It’s time for a Stephen King, Snap. It’s been way too long. And you call…
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Wrinkled Hands.
As I washed this morning’s dishes, the green-apple scent of the soap hit my nostrils with springtime memory. I closed my eyes, and smiled. Philly. I had just moved into Rittenhouse Square. I was not yet 22. My Bachelor’s degree–quite literally–sat upon my bookcase among the rows of Stephen Kings. It was a weird time.…
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The Re-Eval.
Good morning, sweet ones. I’m sneaking in a quiet moment, as Baby Snap is upstairs snuggling with Papa. (Or, more likely, kicking him in the face with his adorable baby feet.) I left the “ambient ocean sounds” playing here in the kitchen, because, well, I like it. Anyway, as I’ve been on break for the…
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Shades of Me.
I want to be like Frida Kahlo. Daring and brilliant and accepting of my face. A good comrade. I want to be like John Steinbeck. Living with eyes open and fingers on the keyboard. (But sans the cigarettes.) I want to be like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music. Or maybe just have her…
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Time.
I’m taking a little time just for me. To breathe in the springtime air. To feel the pain; heartache; the deep, unimaginable sorrow. It is here. I am here. And then, in an instant, we are gone. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and feeler of feelings. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more…
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The Spider’s Web.
Poem 1. Written by SnapDragon X. there is a delicate fluttering within me stitched down deep, that keeps us together after all these years. the constant spinning: may it never grow weary; may it remind you of everything that was and will be. . . . SnapDragon is, perhaps, just another brick in the wall.…
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Nothing to Lose.
Wuddup, friends? It’s been awhile. About a month and some loose change. And I’ve missed you. I just needed a small break from the interwebs, and from spouting off my two-bit musings for all of the world to see. Because sometimes life is weird, and complicated, and appears to be an overwhelming mess of disappointments;…
Snippets of SnapDragon 