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I Believe… [The Future Doesn’t Love You]
...that both hope and fear are just emotional hallucinations projected on a reality that doesn’t care. The future is a rabid dog. It doesn’t love you. It doesn’t hate you. It just bites.
The Futility of Relitigating the Past: Embracing Forward Momentum
The goal is to build upon past foundations, not to dwell within them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 13, 2025
Caryn is a much different person than Karen.
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I Believe… [Leave the Past Where It Is]
...that religating the past is a Sisyphean task that distracts from the imperative of progress.
Gold-Plated Failure: Why Chasing Money Isn’t the Same as Succeeding at Life
If you find yourself quoting Gordon Gekko like he’s a life coach, go outside, hug a tree, and punch yourself in the throat.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 6, 2025
I had a boy dog who peed like a girl dog. I now have a girl dog who pees like a boy dog. Gender is fluid. Just like pee.
To Be or Not to Be a Mother—Elizabeth Goes to the Theater
Two plays—one looking to the past, and the other to the future—descry the plights of former and potential mothers, respectively.
...that both hope and fear are just emotional hallucinations projected on a reality that doesn’t care. The future is a rabid dog. It doesn’t love you. It doesn’t hate you. It just bites.