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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings? Usually I like to cope with my emotions by not coping with them at all, or at least permanently. You see, there’s always something to be bummed by. And once you finally get over one thing, there’s another thing right around the corner to make…
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You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? just hang up from a life changing call. My hands are vibrating as I set down the phone. I can tangibly feel the excitement, the nervousness, the gravity of news that could change our lives. I take a moment and gather my…
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Think back on your most memorable road trip. I can’t pick just one memorable road trip. Ever since I was little, we would pack up our suitcases and drive the two day drive to Florida or the Carolinas. Sure we flew sometimes, but my mom tended to get sick on planes, so we usually chose…
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I think it was a month ago exactly that I said I wanted to continue writing my blog as an outlet and something I wanted to stick to. One month later, I obviously didn’t. I could say it’s frustrating that I can’t follow through with anything, but like dealing with someone who’s burned you a…
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It’s been 4 months since I left to go to Spain. It’s hard to believe time flew that quickly. I’m reminded constantly of time by looking at my daughter; the changes are imperceptible daily but how much they accumulate over time til you realize you have a completely different person standing in front of you.…
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I answered one of those daily prompts about something that I needed to do but hadn’t. I railed and whined about how my health was in a bit of a bad spot and that the great American way of have health insurance or go fuck yourself, was not working well for me. I knew I…
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I can’t say I have ever been a happy person. I think by the age of 12 I was just generally severely unhappy and isolated. I didn’t fit in well with other kids. I was awkward and went off on weird tangents about weird topics no one cared about. I was insufferably lonely; something that…
Ghosts in The Attic 