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- What does your tattoo mean?
Stay curious, even through hard times. There's beauty in the world around you, even when it seems bleak. What makes you unique is what makes you invaluable. It is your greatest strength, for you and for others.
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- Monday
Everyone spoke quietly, their voices and spirits muted as we walked through the motions of a friendly, productive meeting. Monday lay heavy in everyone's minds as we faced yet another dreary work week. Yes, Monday was here again.
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- Struggle
Even the person with the easiest life will struggle. It's not our place to judge whether their struggle is of more value than our own. Everyone will suppose that their own struggle is the most terrible; the most excruciating. To claim someone else's struggle is less significant than your own is to be ignorant of the insignificance of your own suffering.
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- Don't call me babe
Now that you've got me, I'd like you to understand one thing. I am not Sonny, nor am I Cher. You are mine and I am yours, but do not ever call me babe.
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- Slow Feeler
I need a long time to decide how I feel. It should be easy; I should be able to look inside myself and identify my emotion as plain as the nose on my face. But most times, I have to think for a few hours, a few days even. I have to take a long hard look at my reaction, my thoughts, the situation, and only then do I know what I'm feeling, and why.
- Random thoughts
- Contradictions
My colleague was clearly struggling during our meeting. When asked to do a task, she politely declined. When asked again, I stepped in and volunteered to do it. My colleague later thanked me and admitted she'd had a panic attack earlier that day. My instinctual, internal reaction was irritation. My second reaction was self-directed shock. What should have been sympathy was cruelty. It makes me wonder what kind of person I truly am.
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- The Typist vs. The Skylight
At work, I type. Not just typing tests, but emails, reports, notes and more. The entire time I type, I keep an eye on the blazing beam of sunlight that slowly creeps closer to my keyboard. The sun inches across the skylight, and I inch my keyboard away, hoping to escape the sensation of being trapped under a giant magnifying glass. Every day I repeat this futile battle with the sun, and every day I lose. My typing speed, however, has never been better.
