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Who am I?
a work in progress,
without foundation,
swaying dangerously in the wind.
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want to be around people that are smart and kind and don't whine all day long.
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The Untitled Blog turned 10 today! o.o
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Slow progress is still progress.
Life is not a race.
Failure is also progress.
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don't ever stop dreaming/ imagining life.
don't be too scared to dream.
don't be afraid to try to go for the life you want.
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I still want to make sourdough bread everyday. 100 loaves a day.
There’s a wall between ideas/ dreams and making them happen.
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Rainbows and black holes
Just when I thought things were getting better, I get dealt with a big blow and I find myself back in a black hole. I don’t know where to from here. I do not want to regress. I need to keep moving forward. I don’t know how.
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Confessions of a sugar addict
I was that child that ate sugar. From the jar. By the spoonful. By the many spoonfuls. So many spoonfuls of straight white granulated crystals of sugar.
Bags of candy and biscuits and ice creams and cakes.
Then I went and got myself a career making sweet things. I was so happy to have found a career doing something I LOVED.
I was but an anxious mess. (Still am, but workin on it) I realized I need to cut down on my sugar consumption. So now I’m torn, I feel like I’m cheating on my career and my first love. I feel lost and stuck, not sure which way to turn...
I guess I could make bread. Sourdough- natural, long, slow fermentation- delicious...
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crawling out of a black hole. one day at a time. two steps forward, one step backwards style.
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