Tag: Simplicity
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An Analysis of My Anxiety.
Like, why do I feel anxious? Hmm. Let me count the ways. . . . I’m an anxious human (join the club, right?) and the other night I stopped myself, mid-worry, and thought, “Why?” Why the hell do I feel nervous right now? The kids are sleeping soundly; I’m sitting in our safe and lovely…
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Dear Reader, I Hope Your Life is a Mess.
Hear me out; I’m not a dick. . . . Happy 2024 to you and yours, friend. If I had to sum up my epiphany of this past year, it would be a familiar, yet important one: This is our brief time to shine.* I know I’ve said it many times before, (more or less…
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Where Does the Love Go?
. . . A Poem . . . where does the love go between friends who once had an almost-maybe thing that slowly settled into complacent camaraderie ? where does the love go between two sister-halves who felt their laughter so deeply it practically stayed in their bones until one day they ended up mere…
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RV Stops #3 & #4: Belfast & Weld, Maine.
Some snapshots for ya. . . . Stay tuned for more travels pics, and my thoughts on the beautiful state of Maine! . . . SnapDragon is a writer, mother, and teacher. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for her take on just about everything.
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RV Stop #2: Camden Hills State Park, Maine.
Rain, rain, go away. . . . . . Ahh, yes. The classic, never-ending rain: the bane of any camper’s* travels. So after we left Sebago Lake, we journeyed to the northeast, into Camden. We pulled into our spot, put out the slides, and then pretty much on cue, it started to downpour. It was…
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RV Stop #1: Sebago Lake, Maine.
Hi! Here is a brief overview of our stay at Sebago Lake State Park Campground. (I’m tired, yo.) . . . My dear brother-and sister-in-law joined us (from Denver) for the first leg of our RV adventure. We got the fridge fully stocked with tasty snacks and beers—we obviously stopped at Tree House Brewing on…
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Ch-ch-ch-changes.
An attitude adjustment. . . . Hi there. It’s SnapDragon. Remember me? January has almost passed us by, and I feel especially unfulfilled as an artist. I feel . . . heavy, even though I’ve lost all the baby weight. I feel . . . an odd mix of mindfulness and dissatisfaction at all that…
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Little Boxes.
Happy New Year, Dear Reader. . . . It’s rather unlike me, to have waited this long for a New Year’s post. You know as well as I do how much I love a fresh start. Yet here I am, on the 19th day of 2023, typing a blog post with both thumbs on my…
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On The Dark.
SnapDragon originally posted this on Wise & Shine, formerly known as Pointless Overthinking. . . . I’m afraid of the dark. Like, for real. And it’s not because I think there are trolls in the basement, or Civil War ghosts in the attic. (But—ahem—now that I’ve revived that thought, I might crawl into bed even earlier tonight.)…
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My Hands.
My hands are quite small. They have been through a lot in their 35 years. Pleasure and pain. Work. Life. They’ve learned musical instruments. They’ve pretty much perfected the art of chalkboard writing. They’ve sliced bananas and watermelons galore. They’ve boasted ridiculous acrylic nails; antique diamonds; tender callouses from part-time jobs. They’ve slapped the steering…