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Sunday.  A day filled with nothing but the things we actually end up doing.  For me it looks a lot like this. Coffee and some quiet time.  I find myself so engaged in seeing others interactions with people they feel comfortable around. I think it’s quite entertaining to listen to the conversations and glimpse at a piece of normalcy as they see it. I wouldn’t trade my mornings for anything other than where I am right now.

HMK

Sunday. A day filled with nothing but the things we actually end up doing. For me it looks a lot like this. Coffee and some quiet time. I find myself so engaged in seeing others interactions with people they feel comfortable around. I think it’s quite entertaining to listen to the conversations and glimpse at a piece of normalcy as they see it. I wouldn’t trade my mornings for anything other than where I am right now.

HMK

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Today I’m thankful for amazing produce and sunshine both were plenty today. It also happens to be Friday, one of my favorite days of the week. It’s been a rocky past couple of weeks for me so I’m grateful for the little things.

HMK.

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The city is beautiful this time of year. I decided to rent a nice ride and take a bike ride along the river. It was truly lovely. The water is extremely high right now and extra gorgeous.

HMK.

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Truth. 

HMK.

Truth.

HMK.

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Do it for you not anyone else. 

HMK.

Do it for you not anyone else.

HMK.

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This came from a mix of emotions.  The colors poured from the tubes as my hands turned and mixed each color together on the canvas. No rhythm, no pattern- just lines, dots, splatters,  blobs, and thought. Hours passed as I knelt over the canvas- my knees covered in paint.  It’s raw and real and mine. Standing over it I take it in. My mind wanders as each inch of the canvas speaks.

This came from a mix of emotions. The colors poured from the tubes as my hands turned and mixed each color together on the canvas. No rhythm, no pattern- just lines, dots, splatters, blobs, and thought. Hours passed as I knelt over the canvas- my knees covered in paint. It’s raw and real and mine. Standing over it I take it in. My mind wanders as each inch of the canvas speaks.

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This was for you.

HMK.

This was for you.

HMK.

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Sometimes life throws these strange unexpected curve balls at you. You’re dodging every single one- trying your best to keep from getting hit but it seems almost impossible.  It’s these moments I wish I could sell all of my possessions and backpack through a foreign land- one with no reminders of what I’m trying to get away from. While nearly impossible this fantasy is quite nice while I munch on this delightful peach. Some day I’ll make my move- just not today. 

HMK.

Sometimes life throws these strange unexpected curve balls at you. You’re dodging every single one- trying your best to keep from getting hit but it seems almost impossible. It’s these moments I wish I could sell all of my possessions and backpack through a foreign land- one with no reminders of what I’m trying to get away from. While nearly impossible this fantasy is quite nice while I munch on this delightful peach. Some day I’ll make my move- just not today.

HMK.

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HMK

HMK

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Sentiments about Tuesday morning.

Sentiments about Tuesday morning.