Living a Dream 1.

“Mom, do you promise our family is strong enough to get through anything?” I ask her, a look of fear and desperation painted across my face.
“Alix, what is going on?” My mom says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen so our words don’t wake my dad.
“I smoked a little bit of pot this weekend, Mom. Just the tiniest bit, but it was a dab, which is the wax on the cannabis plant so it’s more concentrated,” I explain, probably unnecessarily.
“Alix, you have to give your brain a chance to heal. You can’t be doing that. Every time you do, you set yourself back again.” My mom says.

I know it’s true.


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“Listen, honey. Don’t knock the valleys. Everybody wants to be on the mountain tops but up there the air is so thin and all there is to do is stand still and try not to fall. But in the valley, that’s where the river runs. That’s where the power is.” - genius cashier from podcast with Glennon Doyle


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The trouble with wanting to write your story after going for a long spurt without writing is that you just went for a long spurt without writing. How to get back into this process in the most seamless and efficient way leaves me at a loss. I guess just continuing to write short blog posts like this one (always with potential to grow them into longer ones) and little notes to myself is how I need to go along right now. This feels good.


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So a big part of why I haven’t been writing recently is because — I’ll just come out and say it — I’m really fucking lazy. But I have one wild and precious life [this time around, if you believe in that] so what am I going to do with it? I’m going to write my goddamn heart out because I’m my own soulmate and my words will allow me to touch her. And that’s what I need — true, outrageous, full-on love for myself.


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