One Word Mantra for New Year Resolutions

One Word Mantra for New Year Resolutions

Everyone knows that resolutions are kind of a joke. Like when we get up in the morning and tell ourselves, “Today I’ll _______” (exercise for two hours, eat only vegetables, organize the closet, donate a kidney). It’s a promise filled with good intentions… that we never seem to stick with. Despite all the phony-baloney we…

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Christmas Gift Stressing You Out

Holiday Gift Buying Stressing You Out?

Some thoughts on the stress of buying crap… Did I say crap? Wait—I meant gifts… Whenever I start getting close to the holidays (or a birthday for someone really important to me) one of the first things I start stressing over are gifts. What should I get them? How much should I spend? What if…

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Why do I feel so Restless

Why do I feel so restless?

When you just can’t take it any more. When you want to scream and run amuck…  because life feels so pointless, so boring, so same-same-same. It’s when you feel like you’re spinning your wheels. Like you’re missing out on living. It’s caused by a sneaky ghost that lurks in dark places. It’s name? Restlessness. I…

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What’s Your Purpose in Life

I smile to myself when I ask this question (I’ve asked it a lot in my life) because I’m just now starting to answer it for myself… and it is not the answer I expected to hear. I’m a writer and graphic designer. I use to believe that was significant because… if that’s what I…

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My Story, Olivia Savage

My story is probably a lot like your story… be a kid, go to school, grow up, get a ‘real’ (i.e. boring but pays well) job and starting doing all the things you’re suppose to do: Date and marry someone you love, buy a house, have 2.5 kids, go on vacation somewhere once a year,…

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I’m Ashamed to be a Girl

Do you remember the first time you were every ashamed to be a girl? Can you remember back… to the day or hour or moment where you realized that your gender made you different in a bad way? My first vivid memory of girl-shame was about age 11 or 12, young – still a kid. But…

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