For those who feel too much

and other stories.


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This year I want to be intentional. 

I want to create more.

I want to mine the gold inside me.

I want to read more.



I will be more intentional. 

Last week i asked someone if they wanted to have coffee with me because it was my birthday. I freaked out. I’m still freaking out over the response. I used this quote when i asked him. I’ve never done this before in my life. But then last night I saw this quote on my friend’s profile and I took it as confirmation. I’d done the right thing. It was wild and crazy but it’s better than living in the land of what-if. I’m in this space where I’d rather take a chance than live not knowing what could’ve been. 

Happy birthday to me. 

“May his address be your heart, and yours alone.”


Thanks Dad.

My sister found this in the archives of her tumblr. I remember writing it, and i think it was about the boy who left and came back. I hadn’t been able to rid myself of the emotional entanglement until about a year ago. 

It was also about church and its frustrations. It was about me and my sisters and the constant fight to be part of a church ‘family’ that seemed to reject us and have no room for us. 

I wanted to leave. and have a different life. Write a different story. Change the entire narrative. 

This was birthed out of that.


“I remember what you wore on that first day, you came into my life and I thought hey, you know this could be something.”

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