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A New Year Mantra

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You are barely a week old You have so much more to grow So much further to go So much more to show You can still rise up fearless Still stand tall and bold . . You are barely a week old And I already know That you will be beautiful You will be strong You will do a lot right And maybe a few things wrong . . And this is okay too For every day is new It is a chance to prove That it is not about the battles you lose . . For even after a loss You are still uniquely you . . It is about standing tall And giving it your all About rising up After every fall . . It...

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Once Upon a December’s End (Part 3 of 3)

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As I descended from the plane my tummy tightened. His butterflies were on speed; weaving and bobbing all in my belly. Anton had asked me to send my flight schedule and even though it had been 7 years I knew him well enough to know he would want to be involved in my arrival somehow. He liked to control situations and create moments. It was one of the things I first loved and later hated about him. As I got my travel case from baggage claim, I laughed as I heard Michael’s voice teasing me...

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Once Upon a December Too

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"Bubbles lets have a fresh start. I'm going to come in a day early for the reunion. We really have a lot to talk about. And decide."   I shook my head to still the frantic butterflies and began to think back on how far we had come. Or rather, how far I had come since Anton. My mind went back to when we first met…   It was the summer of 2006 and I decided to do summer school instead of heading off to Europe with my friends. That was when I met him. Best and worst decision...

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Once Upon a December (Part 1)

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December's phone vibrated in her bag. Two sharp vibrations. This was the notification she had set for her old personal email. She barely got messages on there after all. With an address like 'DecemberDarling1906@me.com' she didn’t expect messages from there. She had come a long way since her childish carefree teenage years where she dotted her i's with hearts and used playful terminology across social media platforms.   She adeptly maneuvered her SUV into her parking space in front of her apartment complex, put the car in park, and fished into her dark leather tote bag. She...

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The F Word

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Event after event Opportunities after another And so the story went From one decision to another   I wish the knocking would stop Every time I get up I wish the confidence remained Then I would be willing to try again   But I find the curious case Of when I set about a new endeavor The knocking gets louder Once I move outside the known perimeter   Then my temperature rises As I leave my comfort zone It's so uncomfortable I'd much rather be left alone   The application lay before me I entered the first few fields But then began to calculate The odds and the yield I heard my other colleagues say The application was competitive Those planning...

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It’s Your Party – DJ If You Want To!

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I had lost control over my own body. My limbs were betraying my initial intentions. It seemed I no longer had a say over an activity I had scheduled myself. Without realizing it my right hand reached out and impatiently tapped the speed button. What had begun as a run at the speed of '8' was down to a ‘5.4’ and getting lower every few seconds. I silently encouraged myself, “You can do it girl. You’re strong. You’re fast. Tired? What’s that?”   Yet body betrayed me further. My heart pounded in my chest and my legs...

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The Passionate Pursuit of Purpose

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Tears cascaded down her heat-flushed face. She felt her throat constrict as her tummy did backflips. She tried to repeat the mantra over and over again, stuttering as she spoke softly to the silent room: “It doesn’t matter what they call me, it only matters what I answer to.” “No one can make me feel inferior without my consent” “I will not let the world tell me who I am.”   Yet all she could think about were her aunt’s parting words: “You will never amount to anything." "I wish I had never wasted my money on you." "What are you even doing...

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Till Death Do Us Part (3 of 3)

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The church was beautifully decorated. The white and pink lilies strewn all down the aisle filled the air with a sweet scent. The pews were filled with loved ones and friends. The piano played softly in the background.   I held my long flowing gown in my right hand and the cordless microphone in my left. My eyes welled with tears. I was overcome with emotions. I looked out at the sea of guests, dressed in pale pretty colors. I let my own lilac dress pool around my feet as I used the back of my hand...

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Till Death Do Us Part (2)

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Eventually I identified the continuous thud as someone knocking on my front door. I hurriedly checked my phone and realized I had three missed calls – all from TJ. That’s what the beeping noise had been - call waiting. The blood drained from my face and my heart started racing. TJ hated to be kept waiting. I leaped off the bed and raced for the front door…   “Good morning darling,” I nervously chirped as I yanked open the door. TJ was standing there in khaki shorts and a white button down shirt impatiently tapping his leg.   “Hey...

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Till Death Do Us Part – Part 1

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My life had become a fairytale. I was exactly where I wanted to be. The sunlight caught the cut of the diamond on my freshly manicured finger and glistened in the light. It was beautiful. I could not believe that in 6 months time I would be Mrs. Jones. I was engaged! It was not a moment too soon either. My cousin, who was 3 years younger than I was, was celebrating her one-year wedding anniversary with a baby shower – she was expecting twins.   In the Beginning   My relatives were ready to write me off...

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