The Overbooked Life
Because balance is a myth, but coffee is real.
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Some of Us Learned to Be Strong Because We Never Had a Choice Let’s read that again. Some of us learned to be strong because we never had a choice. That statement, at least for me, hits home. How many people have we admired for their strength — the kind that changes our world, for…
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That’s an old question, isn’t it? And as we get older, our answers tend to change. When I was young—somewhere around fifth grade—my answers felt so big back then. My first wish was for a new bike. Silly, I know. But at that age, it was everything. A bike meant freedom. It meant I wasn’t…
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The Smell of a French Horn Case There are moments in life when we’re suddenly transported back in time — to a different version of ourselves, when life felt simpler, and the future stretched out far ahead. This morning, walking into work, I paused mid-step. A scent hit me — not a bad one, but…
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By Someone Who Knows Better Now In this day and age, it’s heartbreaking to see how common body image mocking still is. At the same time, sadly, it’s not surprising. We’ve developed a nasty habit as a society—this addiction to believing we know what everyone should look like. Somewhere along the way, we forgot a…
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The Lessons I Learned Too Late When you hit that 35–45 age bracket, something changes. Suddenly, you find yourself reflecting on all the things you wish you’d figured out earlier in life. Not just the things you should’ve learned, but the things you wish you had actually listened to. Regret is a powerful emotion—but so…
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For those who live in the world of customer service and sales, you already know the drill: long hours, endless people-ing, and the constant feeling that you’re two steps behind no matter how fast you run. The day starts early—6 a.m.—because the husky boys demand their first walk. An hour later, they’re happy and I’m…
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Potato Life: Then vs. Now It’s funny how what counts as relaxing changes as we age. When I was younger, relaxing meant going places. A day at the beach? I was there. An all-day bike ride? Sign me up. Amusement parks? Absolutely. Sitting still wasn’t rest—it was boring. Adventure was how you unwound, and the…
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Do I Hold Grudges? I want to say no—I really do. But the truth is, yes. I hold grudges. Not always by choice, not always out in the open, but certain things dig in deep and change the way I see people or situations. They don’t just fade away. Work is where my grudges seem…
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⚠️ Reader Discretion AdvisedThis post contains personal reflections of childhood trauma, including references to abuse, neglect, and violence. While it also touches on moments of resilience and hope, some descriptions may be triggering for readers. Please take care of yourself as you read. When I think back to childhood, it doesn’t feel like one steady…
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When was the last time I cried tears of joy? Honestly, I’m not sure I ever have. You read about it in books, you see it in movies — people weeping with happiness as if it’s a normal Tuesday occurrence. But me? Not so much. Maybe it’s because I’m what some would call an “Unfeeling…
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