Tag: Love
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We’re all just children.
We all need the same things: water, sleep, food, and love. That’s my simple approach to life. This being my fortieth year of living, I have come to find out that not much has changed over the years. We all love someone, have hopes, dreams and of course, fears. We will always want our mothers…
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So, what did you do?
What can I say? Toronto was good to me. I enjoyed the opportunity to relax alone (although that sounds bad; I love mi familia dearly). All-in-all, it was an awesome trip. I did, however, notice a couple of things about myself as I reflect. When you tell people that you went away on a trip,…
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40 for 40: Am I Adulting Yet?
I turned 40 the other day. It’s funny because I remember my Aunt Betty’s 40th birthday party that my dad and his siblings planned for her. It was at her sister’s house. We all hid in the kitchen, with the lights off until she came to the house. Then we all yelled,”Surprise! Happy Birthday.” It…
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A Thank You Letter (My Ode to Mr. Gaillard)
Dear Mr. Gaillard, I wanted to take this time to write to you. Albeit my feelings are disheveled because I know that this is a letter you’ll never get to read, I’m still writing it anyway. Where do I begin? You had such a profound impact on me as a beginner band student and ultimately…
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Lessons from my younger me.
I’ve heard people talk about their high school years as though it were the golden age of perfection. My mother would say to me,”Enjoy those [high school] days. I had some good, clean fun. You’re going to miss them when they go.” Being young, I heard her but those words didn’t resonate until much later…
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Unfair Expectations
I expected my friends to support the things that I did because they’re my friends (the good things, of course). I think that I’m a pretty good friend and I deserve the same type of loyalty and commitment that other people get from me. Is that too much to ask? I can’t be the only…
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Keeping it Real
So, I haven’t been completely honest with. While that sounds bad, lemme clean that up a bit: I haven’t been exactly authentic as I used to be. When I first started this blog over 5 years ago, I was writing from a very raw, tender place. I didn’t care who was reading or why. I…
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I am just a man.
I used to think of myself according to the above sentence. I felt like,” I’m doing the best I can; I’m just a man.” If you think about it, it’s just a way to rationalize mediocrity. If I see myself as being just a man, I can fall back on the many fallacies of being…
