Some days I think I wish to share a brain with my lover, a super close friend, even a family member I still speak to.
To be able to share with them the pretty little thoughts you have about them at random, in writing, and visits to your dreams.
To share a funny maybe… Not appropriate, impulsive response before you swear to only you you’ll remember to mention it. And forget within a minute.
Yet the days do come were your thoughts aren’t so fun. You begin to think things that are on the bad side of mean, out of
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You are glad the privacy your brain provides exists. You cannot control the thoughts that come and go Even doing so as they please. You do not wish to put the ones without meaning out for show.
Those will be the ones remembered. The mean you didn’t mean, not the Pretty little things. you mean and meant to send to them. Sealed with love and a hug to those aforementioned above.
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
One small improvement I could make is learning to leave just a little more space for myself in the space between my job and my passions.
I work long hours at the nursing home, often picking up extra shifts because we’re constantly short-staffed. I do it because I care. I love the work. I love the people. I’ll never fully step away from the field. But alongside that, I pour myself into writing poetry, journal entries, collaborations, my solo books, and a growing partnership with a magazine.
I’m also trying to build something of my own, something sustainable, something that lasts a small business rooted in the craft, spirituality , and art. My vision is that within five years, this business becomes my main focus, and the nursing home becomes something I do part-time, from the heart, not out of necessity.
Right now, I say yes to almost every opportunity. I juggle multiple projects at once: two major collaborations, my own upcoming release, and the everyday maintenance of the creative world I’m building.
Not to mention a lot of extra hours on the clock. I don’t resent any of it. I’m proud of all of it. But the improvement I need is rest. Not to stop but, to pause, breathe, and stretch without breaking. To protect the vessel that carries all this love, labor, and purpose. That’s where I can improve.
I would do anything to go on a writing retreat into the wilderness, somewhere with a large lake. I’ll stay in my own tent and use whatever budget needed.
However, I know a week, two at most would enable me to create so much without the need to stop and actually “work” in between, ruining my flow.
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