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Myself.

While walking down the street this morning, I felt more like myself than I have in ages. I can’t pinpoint why exactly.┬áMaybe it’s because I sleep at night again. Maybe it’s because I had just gone to yoga. Maybe it’s because I like my job. Maybe it’s because I love my apartment. Maybe it’s because I’m seeing my friends regularly. Maybe it’s because I got to see my family a few weeks ago. Maybe it’s because the crazy business of the past month is finally over. Maybe it’s because I had coffee in my hand. Maybe it’s because I had just planned out what I’m cooking for the week. Maybe it’s because I was playing Pokemon Go. Maybe it’s because I have nothing in particular to do today.

Whatever has brought about this feeling, here’s hoping that it continues.

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I need to write more.

Writing for the sake of writing always falls to the wayside in my life. I take a photo every day, I regularly post things on social media, I write for work, but I almost never sit down at my computer to just tap out words. Tonight is a fluke, and it’s going to be a short one at that, since I’ve still got some laundry to finish and more desk cleaning to do.

But my life’s about to change*, so maybe, just maybe, it’ll lead to some writing inspiration.

More to come.

*It’s so nice when you can see the change coming.

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Fiction.

I’ve been binging on the Lizzie Bennet Diaries (so behind on the times, I know), and it made me realize that I probably base many of my life decisions on works of fiction that I enjoyed/hope to emulate. This is likely not a good thing, but it is true nonetheless.

Also.

I just can’t.

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Accurate.

Your time estimate was optimistic at best.

— friend Manuel, accurately summing up me as a person. As I told friend Amy recently, I’m only (mostly) on time to two things: work and movies.

Sorry, friends. I promise I don’t do it on purpose.

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