Sorry, I’m Not Sorry for Doing a Ted Talk

Almost to the day, I was sitting in a far lonelier hotel room in this very same town. I was similarly drained from the day’s work, but beyond that, I was emotionally exhausted. My eyes were swollen from tears, my throat constricted from fighting, and my muscles sore from tossing and turning for countless nights. 

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Dear Dollie: My Future is Radiant

Dear Dollie,

The dreams I had for my future have grown and evolved so many times since the last time I saw you.

At 18 years old, I saw myself continuing to study nursing at San Francisco State University for 4 years. I anticipated graduating at 22 years old and finding a job in a local hospital. After gaining 2-3 years of work experience, I was going to go back to school to become a nurse practitioner. That would lead to me owning a family practice, primarily focused on pediatrics.

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Dear Dollie: The First of Many

Dear Dollie,

Last weekend was the 7th anniversary of the last time I saw you. I can hardly believe how much time has passed and at the same time feel like you’ve been gone even longer.

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Sorry, I’m Not Sorry for My Amazing Relationship: Part I

“Love is patient, love is kind.”

“Love takes work.”

“When you know, you know.”

“Crazy little thing called love.”

There are so many adages about love that we’re spoon fed our entire lives. These cliches became deeply ingrained in our psyches and it’s impressive the role they can play in our relationships.

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Fighting Info Overload: Creating to Create

The online world is a wonderful place – full of tips, tricks, articles, advice, video how-tos, guides, and ebooks. It’s also an impressively distracting rabbit hole of wonder. All I have to do is open my Feedly or Gmail inbox, and poof! There goes 3 hours of my weekend. 

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My 1st Blog Post

When I was 10, I started my first journal. My Uncle gifted me a beautiful, travel inspired, stamp covered, notebook full of blank pages just waiting to be filled with my adventures and musings. I recall having spurts of consistent daily reflection, followed by weeks of silence. In fact,t he majority of my entries began along the lines of “Dear Diary, I’m sorry it’s been so long since the last time I wrote.“ It felt like a pen pal that I constantly left hanging…

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