If a blog were a unicorn

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I feel like there would be a lot of rainbows and glitter. Which, to be honest, would kinda rock my world.

Readers, I think it’s time to get back in the saddle, right? I mean, I’m in a saddle, on my unicorn, why wouldn’t I want to pick it back up? I’m sharing with you with a new found transparency. I’m not here to please anyone or make miracles happen, I just want to share my truth with anyone who is kind enough to hear it. Please, share if you enjoy.

In all seriousness though, if a blog were a unicorn, it’d probably have like a million users, fresh new content with that ‘new car’ scent, and cute little blogger behind the keys clacking away at their next million dollar 500 words post. Perfection.

Why The Unicorn Is My Spirit Animal

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The story of my life is an elusive one. Some parts ai remember, other parts are locked in a prison far far away. I don’t mind it. I just figure some parts aren’t supposed to surface until just the right time.

Other memories pop up like fire crackers when I’m least expecting them. I imagine a unicorn transcends time. It’s cool all the time. I like to think the unicorn is tough on the outside while on the inside, it is filled with confetti-like glitter. Sometimes, that glitter is all sitting at the bottom like pennies at the bottom of a piggy bank, but sometimes, when something super magical happens, it floats around like balloons at a party.

The Real Stuff

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It all started with a stick.

My father-in-law reminded me today how important it is to experience the ‘real stuff’ of life. These days while I have my smart phone glued to my hand and melted to my eyeballs, experiencing life is so important. What is life, I ask?

It’s getting away for a while.

It’s crazy golf cart rides with my mother-in-law.

It’s sitting, just sitting.

It’s being so content that just for a second I drift into the present and forget about the past and future.

What to Write When You Don’t Know What to Write

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Let’s start with the fact that I chose to:

  1. Get out of bed
  2. Breathe

Today I feel just ok. I don’t feel exceptional, gifted, or awesome in any form of the words.

I feel… ok. Normally, that would be just ok, just fine, just dandy. But, in my life, battling depression, bipolar, anxiety, and OCD on a daily basis, I might tend to think an ok day is much more than just ok.