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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Midlife, by Brene Brown

"Saturn"
''I think midlife is when the universe gently places her hands upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear:
I'm not screwing around. It's time. All of this pretending and performing – these coping mechanisms that you've developed to protect yourself from feeling inadequate and getting hurt – has to go.

Your armor is preventing you from growing into your gifts. I understand that you needed these protections when you were small. I understand that you believed your armor could help you secure all of the things you needed to feel worthy of love and belonging, but you're still searching and you're more lost than ever.

Time is growing short. There are unexplored adventures ahead of you. You can't live the rest of your life worried about what other people think. You were born worthy of love and belonging. Courage and daring are coursing through you. You were made to live and love with your whole heart. It's time to show up and be seen.''

~ Brené Brown

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Wandered, by Elizabteh Ketchup

The art of mispelling isn't hard to master;
so many sentences seem made to be meant
to be awk that their ward is no disaster.

Transpose something every day. Accept that your
modifier dangles, the affect badly lent.
The art of misplacing isn't hard to master.

Then mix up less & fewer, Grammar Führer:
split your infinitives, and let some clauses than
unravel. You can still earn you're Master's.

Lose something in translation. And look! my vocal mustard
mustered and flustered my poor mother to repent.
The art of miswording isn't hard to cuck and fluster.

Commit some lovely cardinal syntax or,
attack some impactful word salad, I dreamt
I could of done alot better, thereafter.

—Despite any confusion (the passive voice was used
by me) I fantasize I can reinvent
the art of wording, it tastes a lot like laughter
though it may look like (Rite it!) like the answer.

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