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Mar 15Liked by Nix 🕊

"Saturday afternoon. It is still raining. The days blend and leak into one another. I take the 22 again and again up Fillmore and down Japantown. Reminds me of old routines: a warm, crispy injeolmi pastry and a stroll. Out of the many lives I could have lived, I am here. Out of my many selves, I am impossibly close to this one and these people and this place."

I love your ability to make the mundane meaningful

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Mar 15Liked by Nix 🕊

"Yet I don’t believe anything is perfectly fated. Or that people are fated for us. I think they are critical coincidences where something special appears, not for long. Something mysterious that unravels itself little by little into the years to come. The job of my lifetime is following the thread wherever it leads."

Crossroads where you know you can choose one direction or another, usually in hindsight for a lot of us. If we're listening often enough, we know right when we're asked to choose. Occasionally just before they hit.

What's always curious to me is when people worry about choosing the 'wrong way' when they describe those situations. Sometime in my late 20s I started seeing them as places where the ley lines come together and split again. You can choose, but these are all points of destiny. Options. You really can't choose wrong unless you refuse to live the path you take.

Beautiful entry, and a wonderful lens for seeing the way forward.

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"I wouldn’t have found this little corner of sunlight. I wouldn’t have met you." thank you for capturing what i feel towards my husband so perfectly in this piece ❤️

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You're officially my favorite corner of the internet.

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Wow, such truly beautiful writing ❤️❤️❤️

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Mar 17Liked by Nix 🕊

you know that tumblr post that’s like ‘i am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.’ I think that fits nicely here and I think about it a lot

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To answer your question about the question that's been on my mind, I'd say all my thoughts start and end at the same thought (or fear). The age-old, evergreen seedling of doubt that's planted in many a minds - Am I good enough? This question is perennial and will stay with me even when everything else will wither away.

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<3 so beautiful. thank you!

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A reminder to honor the critical coincidences that chance upon us and to go with the flow of life. Thank you for this lovely read!

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