Courage, Dear Muggle

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Let Yourself Go, Set Your Personality Free

Can others see how much He loves them through your actions? Smile. Make eye contact. Care for them. Ignore the insecurities. Let yourself be the full version of your personality that shows off His love, and stop thinking about how that reflects on you. Be honored it's reflecting at all.

Give yourself permission to be God Confident.

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You know, sometimes I think, maybe. Maybe we could try again. Be friends, be close. Have history behind us and joy ahead of us.

In the depths of my heart, we're laughing as music plays and sunshine peeks through the windows near a chattering group of old friends.

Not a care in the world.

Then you go and say something so utterly stupid

I spit out my drink

There is no way that just left your mouth in earnest.

Yeah

I'll pass, thanks.

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Baptized in Light

I could go back, but it wouldn't feel like home anymore.

All my clouded illusions about where we were going blocked my ability to see where we were. A fog of happiness not even the lighthouse of logic could break through.

The siren song of my real self, calling to me in a crescendo until I could no longer resist, only she could guide me away from the rocks.

I...almost crashed. Me. With my strong words in the dark, endless sun, and towering dreams.

But thank God this lifeboat to which I cling has been upgraded.

I am aboard the Hummingbird, and I will continue to sail the skies until I find my Ravka or my Sturmhond.

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Somewhere in between

Not cool enough to be seen

But not nerdy enough to be accepted

I box and I prance around in my fancy dresses

I'm an artist and a writer and I labor over music

But I spend half my time yelling at my games to just shoot it

You could say this makes me normal

Or that my character is weak

But all I've been told is that there's just way too much to keep track of me

I don't fit into abc and definitely not def

But you look me up and down and say stop trying to do that

Be yourself, no not like that

Try your best, no not like that

Wait for the right one, no not like that

But honestly how am I supposed to find my people if I'm not doing "that"?

I'm happy and I'm free and I'm smiling at all I see

Because I know someday I'll find my people

Who want a woman in between

My entire life the outside world has told me what exactly I need

To find a label and just stick it to the box of my identity

Quiet

Loud

Clever

Attentive

Selfish

Dumb

Or careless

I'm starting to understand

That my inner world is not fragments

I'm not doomed to be seen as either try hard or pick me

Despite the voices screaming to choose one in that forsaken back alley

Why do you get to decide what my personality should be?

Why should your side glances at my happiness mute it in the slightest?

I fight and ride and paint and sew and frolick among the birds

As I sing poorly and praise the one who put every joy on this Earth

These loves arent contradictory

They're all stuck together inside

And now I'll force you all to see them

For my whole life and all time

You can call me what you want

You can say what all you need

But I'm not about to change my self, my rules

For the snide remarks of a bully

I may not wear jeans to the club

Or a dress to the park

I may some days be mistaken for a suburban soccer mom

But I'm fun and I'm free and I'm here to believe

I'll someday find a guy who wants a girl

Who's somewhere in between

They say boys will be boys and I've seen that through and through

But girls will be girls is not a warning they bestow on you

I'm kind

And I'm confused

And I just want to be me

So if that troubles you enough to label me someone who tries too hard

I guess I'll go frolic with that star upon my chest

Included

Accepted

Loved

I don't understand why nothing I do is ever enough

..or too much

Or not right

Or pick me

Or boring

I just want to fit in

Is that so abhorrant

I'm confident and fulfilled running through fields alone

But sometimes I long for someone that I can call home

I'm loud

Quiet

Attentive

And yes,

sometimes clueless and fun

But I'm working to be more than just the adjectives I've been thrown

So maybe it's not deciding

What's considered opposites

Maybe it's just trusting that your mosaic will find those who feel it should be seen

Maybe it's just waiting with feelings of joy and longing

Maybe that's all life is

In the in between

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The boy you love in silence is not going to be your soulmate

The man who shows up proudly for your expectations is.

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I made the refined coaxium vial from Solo for my brother's birthday (and then my sister's, because she wanted one too). Why? Because yet again, I didn't like the two overpriced, clunky, blue-light options on the market.

After watching the movie I realized how nothing really came close, and I, being struck with "how hard can it be" disease, made it myself from carefully selected, random ass items online.

I truly think I could sell a V2 of these, maybe even some crochet octopuses (octopi?) like I made below. Reasonable or pipe dream?

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You're Too Much

You're too busy to think of a stranger's opinion of you

You're too distracted by the well-being of your students to listen to expectations

You're too humble to think anything of your talent

You're too intelligent to let any conversation wither on the vine

And what about when we're together?

You're too strong to be influenced by the whims of a lady's mind

You're too grounded to be scared away by a gasp and a dance

You're too patient to be bored by the end of a dramatic silence

You're too emotionally aware to breeze past a hasty explanation

You're too attractive to not be completely enraptures over

You're too much

And I am here

And that's why you only love me in my mind.

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It's Catching Up Now

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to do it again.

Because I know, deep down, it's always been you.

On some level, everything was always going to compare to that blur of nostalgia. When does it not?

We should never try again, I know that. Our values are antagonists, and we can no longer shield them from one other with our youth. Our joy and our fun, your mind and your kindness

Your love

And your emotional intelligence, off the charts

And every bit of music you've ever made for me

I collapsed it all into a single memory that I pushed aside. Because we did not make sense. We don't.

But, George, you see too much. Back then, in the hallway on the floor, when I thought I was helping you, you were the one who saw who I was, you saw who I wanted to be, and you showed me just how happy and loved I can be right where I am

Even when I'm growing

Even when I hate myself.

You've never overthought it, you've always just smiled that smile, lit up my world, and I, beside myself in love, smiled right back.

With you, there's never been any need for me to pretend, you see straight into me without missing a beat. No amount of practice will ever be needed for our duet.

I look back and I can see it, if I breeze past the warning bells that tell me this is just nostoliga, this isn't love--

Back then, every time you left, you took your light and your music with you. To this day, they have only ever reappeared when you do. You may never brighten my life again, maybe I'll only ever be able to convince you to light a corner near the door. Maybe I'll only ever be able to hear your music if I open it.

Maybe having you on the porch of my life will be enough.

Will I? Is there someone out there? I should. I think so. I want to fall head over heels for someone the way I did for you.

But to do that I'll have to let you go.

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From the Desk of the Eldest Daughter

I'm afraid I have tricked you, my dear.

I am actually not a great person, but I put on a great show. I run a tight ship. My smile and my laugh come out on cue, my personality shifts gently into what you want to hear, my jokes fit your expectations based on my neatly acquired data.

I have manipulated you into liking this version of me, and soon my mask will slip, and just like the others, you will grow bored of me. The conversations I organized will fall apart without my care, the values I "inspired" in you will crumble without my steadfast optimism, and your false personality, which I have oh-so-carefully guided over the years to fit mine, will dissolve.

I do not wish to be this way, I wish I could love someone the way they are, and leave them if I cannot.

But I want love too much, and I do not ever think to sit back and wait for it. I should wait for the rains of change to float through and water the trees love grows on. A fully bloomed love. One that encourages growth within me, instead of pulling my focus towards those scattered, unplanted seeds. A love that I am obsessed with, who drives me to blushing, whose eye contact strengthens and undoes me all the same.

I know it's a lot.

This is why I cannot wait. It may not exist, you see. And even if, as I suspect, it does, it would require me to be myself to attract the sort of person who would mesh well with these regency-era desires within me.

But oh, my love, my invisible love, I am not brave enough to be myself.

To snort instead of giggle, to sit in silence and wait patiently for dramatic effect, to gasp loudly and throw my arms out at the first beat of a favorite song, to crouch, finger extended, near the sparrows eating crumbs at Starbucks, in the hopes one will land on me to say hello, to go up to someone and be kind in my unexpected, bold, quiet kind of way.

It is too scary.

But I must be braver. I must.

I refuse to trick another good man when I could simply wait for the right one.

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Transparent Love

Tell me, how are you able to do that?

How, before I say a thing, as I'm trying to pull back to give you your space as you grapple with so much, are you able to latch onto the one topic I wanted to dive into?

It's like you've plucked it right from my soul, and you've started a conversation that leads me to imagine a whole world where--

Oh.

Yes of course that's fine, have fun, see ya.

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Clouds!

They're my favorite, I hope to get some supercell photos someday :)

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Allowing photos to mimic art / A study in difficult lighting

Sony Xperia 1ii, Motorola Razr 2020

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Sunset studies

Sony Xperia 1ii

Sunset, because I can't get up early for a sunrise

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A study in yellow

Sony Xperia 1ii

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Bitter Jade, How Naïve Are You?

A Bridgerton Story

I understand that I won’t have a fairy tale.

I can't imagine that I’ll find attraction at a ball, uncover a love that leads me straight into high society, end the season with a walk through manicured grounds, betrothed to my truest friend as fireworks go off behind us— I’m not exactly duchess material.

But after years of “almost”

Almost interested in me, almost a love match, almost ready to consider beginning to talk about looking into rings

I don’t think I need a fairy tale, I think I just need enough.

I’d like to be listened to and understood

Enough

I’d like the conversation to be interesting

Enough

I’d like to find happiness in an equal while being courted respectfully so that I am not always the one forced to do the emotional—

Enough.

I am sick and tired of hoping for the bare minimum.

Of begging and pleading for scraps of effort while my talents and intrigue go to sit in a corner and rot.

I am no longer naïve enough to believe that I am unlovable by a great man, I am no longer jaded enough to believe that I will never find love, and I am no longer bitter enough to cast aside my desires for a husband I'm undone by.

I’ve dated good men, I have good taste, of that I am certain. But my lukewarm standards have done nothing to assist me in my journey.

Good is not enough.

I deserve more than enough.

I deserve my own great fairy tale.

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Never forget what you promised yourself

The clouds are dark and puffy and the light is leaking through and there's snow whizzing around lightly and it's windy and my hand is out the window feeling like I'm flying as I drive and smile to myself without restraint because I saw a bird flying alongside me as I dance to music that makes me feel I am worthy of my happiness, that I need not feel shame or guilt or be worried whether people care or don't care what they see through my windows, because the very smile I sent unread to a bird and my hand freezing outside the window and the snowflakes that I allow to hit my eyes because I wanted to see the clouds are the very reasons I'll someday be somebody's dawn.

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Waterfall Corners

Sometimes I swear I can feel the edges of this earth

Like the oceans are too close together and the skies are too connected between continents and there’s too many familiar faces on this land mass

Plus the fresh air isn’t really fresh, it’s recycled from years of humans and animals and plants, because the atmosphere has been trapped on this marble for a millennia

Yet

More times than not

I am swallowed by the vastness of our world

And I sink into it gratefully.

I am not “trapped" on some floating ball

I have been gifted it to explore

And I find comfort in the fact I will never be able to fully.

I will never find all the perfect reading spots

Never see all the rainfalls

Never settle into every corner of the world

I will only place roots down on my own little farm

Only explore my side of one state in one country in one landmass on one ocean

And I can only look around

Sigh contentedly

Plant my flowers across the globe

Before I head back home.

And somehow

That vastness

That’s comforting.

In my little home, I am frequently overwhelmed by what I could be doing, what I could be learning, growing, building

But to know that God has placed enough great wonders

Enough little corners

Enough high perches

For me to enjoy for the rest of my life

More than enough to give me novelty for all of my days, as I wander this earth handing out smiles to strangers as I walk down their streets

It’s enough

And too much

All at once

And I’m so grateful He knows my heart well enough to gift this conundrum of peace, this planet, to me.

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