Category Archives: my life

A New Quarter, A New Clinical and A Little Optimism

Posted on June 30, 2014 by randomyriad

My week off from school is over, and my next clinical starts tomorrow. I will work 4 hour shifts in addition to 7 hours in my child care job which will be just down the hall. No commute which is … Continue reading →

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White Elephant

Posted on April 7, 2014 by randomyriad

After so many years, You gave me back my Heart, and I have no place to keep it. What can I do with it? Like hands when  public speaking, how do I perform my daily tasks with a nervous heart … Continue reading →

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Stumbing Over This and Landing On That

Posted on February 2, 2014 by randomyriad

For the last year and who knows how long before I have been floundering around trying to figure out what the heck I will do with the chunk of life, I have left to live here in the wilderness of … Continue reading →

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Inspiration Means Breathing In

Posted on October 18, 2013 by randomyriad

“I don’t know about you, but my right-now life is laden with reality: bills, the 9-to-5 (necessary to pay said bills), the leaden thing that weighs on everyone at said 9-to-5 (making them mean and me mean), family, the failures … Continue reading →

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Three Unconnected Thoughts Written Down Today at Various Times

Posted on September 22, 2013 by randomyriad

#1  Today the sun and clouds decorate the sky with sculptures of water, ice, and floating particles. A gentle breeze, like a lazy curator in a sky-sized gallery, sifts through the day, moving the pieces about here and there. I … Continue reading →

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