An Archaeological Dig to Find Myself
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An Archaeological Dig to Find Myself

I found myself in the attic today, knowing full well that much of the rest of my 100 Day challenge of letting go of past shite would be found in that space where my entire life is packed into boxes and bins neglectfully carelessly stacked everywhere. I didn’t have cold feet but I did have…

Self-Esteem is Like an Ever-Leaking Blow-up Mattress
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Self-Esteem is Like an Ever-Leaking Blow-up Mattress

I feel like I’m always searching for the secret recipe to “Normal”, or what my ideal definition of normalcy is. But there are shades of white male idealism so entwined in this word that I’m pretty sure that ideal is a spoiled mirage, neither obtainable nor desirable. My low self-esteem hasn’t done me any favors…