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My Nook Book

Well, I've never been good at keeping a journal/diary, but I've always wanted to keep one. I am a writer, so journaling should be natural... When I was living in my childhood home, I would hide away in my laundry closet. It was a warm and cozy, private nook. It felt like a secret getaway and closing that door was like being in another dimension outside of space and time. I would climb on top of the dryer, cuddle it like a cat, and have a private space to have deep, introspective thoughts, or cry, or have a moment of peace. It was therapeutic for so many reasons. Now, I'm no longer living in my childhood home, but I make sure I find my little nook to hide away. It's just a special place for me to be alone with my thoughts, an escape. I can be introspective almost anywhere, but my nook has become an essential part of my life. I still think about that specific laundry closet (obviously). I get excited about finding a good nook, a private spot. I guess, I've been doing ...

Fulfillment In Fun

I've been thinking about what it means to feel fulfillment in adulthood. I think who you are as a child is who you are in your purest form. You aren't trying to be cool or impress anyone, you aren't stressed about anything; you are just you, playful and carefree, curious, imaginative, creative. And I think to feel fulfillment is to be able to feel like a kid again. Sure, you still have work/bills/responsibilities and you still feel stress. But you have the freedom to do whatever you want on your down time. You can laugh, play, explore, do hobbies... you are free to be truly yourself. I know this is gonna seem like a 180, but stay with me... I think about death a lot. It used to scare me and would often send me into an existential crisis spiral, but lately, it's been making me want to embrace that inner child of mine and live as fully as possible. I strive to express my love to maximum capacity as if it's my last moment with you, the one I'll always remember. I w...

Sports

With the Super Bowl coming up, I thought I'd talk about sports. It's not a typical topic for me, but why not? I enjoy sports, but not in the way most others do. When it comes to watching sports, I call myself a "purist," which is probably the wrong term, but it's the only word I can think of that makes sense. What I mean by "purist" is that I don't care about the team or the players; I am only interested in the plays. One guy will make a really good throw, but a guy on the other team intercepts, and I'm enthralled and on the edge of my seat the entire time... Since I'm not rooting for one team, I'm not upset when the other team scores. I never understood the idea of being loyal to a team that constantly changes. They switch out players almost every year, management changes, coaches change... What exactly is there to be loyal to? A city? Even that changes... just ask the former Oakland Raiders (now Las Vegas) or the former Brooklyn Dodgers...

Birthday

I celebrated my birthday a couple of days ago. Birthdays stopped feeling special long ago when I was still searching for external validation. Thankfully, I've learned to appreciate the simplicity of life. The human experience is so special, and I'm so lucky to be here. I'm grateful for every moment— the bliss and the boredom, the beauty and the pain, the laughter and the tears, the love and the heartaches. Every moment is a chance for appreciation, gratitude, growth, learning, resiliency, kindness, and love. Now, I don't need a big birthday party with 20 friends and non-stop birthday wishes from 150 friends who are near strangers. Lately, birthdays have been more about internal reflection. Accomplishing goals is important, but I think more about how often I chose kindness when anger was easier, I think about places where I chose to listen and understand instead of argue. I also think about the times I need to work on improving. I have learned to find peace in the mundan...