Category: Self-Reflection
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Relax, Reflect, Rejuvenate
I’m trying to remember the last time, prior to this weekend, that I spent an entire weekend relaxing and not worrying about work or chores or errands. I’m trying to remember the last time I left my phone, on purpose, in another room for nine hours and didn’t wonder if I had any new text…
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Jumbled Thoughts on Memory and Recognition
One of the things I like most about reading is that books often present you with ideas that are so common and so obvious, but still have never crossed your mind. It’s usually a line or a snippet of dialogue — something so casual that the author may not have even been thinking too much…
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Pride Rocks
It’s not every week that I can say that I am a proud person — in fact, most of the time I feel like I’m cowering behind some sort of self-doubt or wishing that circumstances could have happened slightly more in my favor. But this week, there has been an accumulation of things that have left…
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“Type, Drunken Fingers!”
Last night, I went out with a mix of old friends and new, and I had a couple of drinks. It doesn’t take much for me to feel the effects of alcohol, so by the time I had gone home, my mind was tipsy and my fingers were drunk. I mention this fact about my…
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My Cringeworthy Fling with Pejoratives
I kind of sort of did something I regret. Remember when I said that I love stepping into character and seeing from someone else’s perspective? Well, sometimes it ends up being a situation in which I cringe at the uncertainty of what I’ve just done. Last night, Solo Sleepover took the stage at the Harrisburg Improv…
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Fear, Wigs, and Vulnerability
I’m going to let you in on a secret: if you have never put on a wig, dressed yourself up, and spoken in a poorly articulated Southern accent, you’ve never really lived life. I thoroughly enjoy pretending to be someone else, immersing myself in another persona for a short period of time. That sounds escapist,…
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A Quick Realization
Harrisburg is a wonderful place. In the three wonderful years that I’ve lived here, I’ve found it to be satisfying on so many levels. First, it’s a city with a small-town feel… some may debate that as a con, but I very much see it as a pro. Second, though Harrisburg has been struggling with…
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And so it begins.
It’s been a few days since I’ve finished off a very clumsy third draft of The Fields, a novel I’ve been working on for the past few years. I’ve sent my work in earnest to a handful of friends and family members, and now I’m sitting back and taking my turn in the extremely uncomfortable…