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I have often found myself wondering where the line is between resignation and acceptance. Ultimately the end result is the same between the two, but how it is reached is markedly different. One is the high road with clear visibility and the other goes through the dark undergrowth of festering weeds. The definition of resignation:…
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The relationship I share with my employer is fundamentally one of economics. They pay me to dedicate some of my personal energy for the benefit of their bottom line. If I am not successful enough to earn them the amount of money they have deemed my efforts to be worth, then I will no longer…
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I admit to not just knowing I don’t always fit in with the people I am surrounded by, but also to not really caring about it. It creates a conundrum of not being liked but not caring enough about that to alter my representation of self. It has worked well enough for me thus far.…
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I have never been what one might call a go getter. I have been pretty satisfied with seeing a situation for what it was and doing the best I could with it. With a few exceptions, I didn’t seek to stand out in any way. Being one of the crowds was very much my comfort…
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The author struggles with a back injury that disrupts sleep, compounded by emotional challenges since a 16-month-old accident. Despite chronic pain and a recent setback, they find comfort in the companionship of their dog, who offers emotional support through her presence. A new doctor brings hope for recovery and forward momentum.
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The installation of security cameras at my workplace, covering all angles, has made me reflect on my accident involving a falling gate. While the cameras could provide clarity, the missed footage from a nearby building is frustrating. I am processing the traumatic event, understanding its rapid unfolding and its long-lasting impact on my life.
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The injuries from an accident over a year ago have persisted. On the few occasions where I have shared the physical damage, the information had been met with dismay that I have come this far. Since February 12 2024, I have been living in denial of what has happened to my core. I resumed as…
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My mom loved her old movie camera. This was back in the day when personal movie cameras used film that had to be developed in a lab somewhere. She took it to every family event and would pull it out on a random weekend day just to get scenes of the neighborhood. The scenes would…
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My friend loved her father. She loved him very much. She picked up and moved hundreds of miles just to get the opportunity to prove her value. She made decisions based on his standards. He took up a large swath of space in her heart and mind. She gave him a mile, he gave her…
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