Purpose, joy, love.
Annoyingly, my name is Amanda, and means "beloved"...
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Bags and boxes (aka transitions).
whaddaya say to taking chances, whadda you say to jumping off the edge... be open, and maybe it gets easier.
If I’m being honest about my life so far…
There are things I want more control over, and there are things I need to let go....
It’s what you find inside, and ascribe meaning to…
Day 12 of "Forty Days On Being A Seven", and we look at... starting anew.
“Curiouser and curiouser.”
Amanda in wonderland? Kind of. This new world of mine seems both strange and fantastic, in both senses of the word.
“I’m born. I die. I’m born.”
If you're a "Doctor Who" fan too, hi. It's day... well this post took a few days to write, but it's Day 10 of an Enneagram-based journal.
Stories in my sleep — crosses and fires.
Two dreams and two stories. One of births and one of death.
Did I fail to talk about… failure?
Not sure if I'm journalling this thing right... I'm supposed to come to the conclusions I already am at... yeah?
Are you here or somewhere dreaming about the future?
Day 8 and it's about being present. I end up in a forest. ':)
Talking about conflict is… leaving me conflicted.
Day 7 is learning conflict... but I don't remember much of my fights...