Looking for happiness

Every day I go to the coffee shop looking for happiness. Some days I order an iced Americano with caramel, and other days I order a mocha. Hot. With almond milk. Yes, I’ll take whip. It makes me happy right away, but then I feel regret. So much sugar in the morning is bad for …

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Hanging onto the past

I had to start carrying a bigger bag to haul around all of my resentments. For the longest time, I was using a bag I made from a pair of black jeans. It was only as wide as the leg (including the front jeans pocket) and was big enough to carry a small wallet, one …

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