During my lunch hour, I take the time to write down a stream of consciousness about "Restart" as a theme and how tired I am this week.
Restart: A Stream of Consciousness
Category: Exploring the Written Craft
Restart: (re)Building the Foundation
If it was up to me, I wouldn't want to put in a lick of effort. Just give me the accolades and community without the work, thanks. Real life already has me booked with work and household obligations. Can at least one thing come easy to me, ya know? No? I guess I need to put in The Work TM. I gotta have that foundation to fall back on when it gets tough.
Restart: The Audacity to Try Again
We all have projects and hobbies that we've put to the wayside. Maybe it was life events and circumstances for you. Maybe it was conditioned thinking that no hobby is worth pursuing if you cannot monetize it. But what if we push back against this? Gather the courage and audacity to try and try again.
Freesia
The clock tower was the highest point of the entire of Halwood. It had the perfect vantage point to photograph the dawn over the sleeping town. It was also the perfect time to climb it to avoid trouble with Sheriff Nealy.
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When Your Brain Becomes the Unexpected Villain in Your Job Search
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Drifting
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