Who knew love meant discipline?
Get your mind out of the gutter.
Category Talking to Myself
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Up in the sky and out of my mind.
Day 14, and it's about forgetting and remembering.
Purpose, joy, love.
Annoyingly, my name is Amanda, and means "beloved"...
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.
“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.
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?
Not sure if I’m going with the exercise or avoiding myself completely…
Day 6, and I also go on a detour. Is that... avoiding being with myself?
A one-woman show.
"Fleabag" happened, as well as Day 5's befriending anxiety exercise.
From love to identity.
I started talking about love, and I ended up talking about identity. Perhaps they're the same thing.