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Serenity

Several months ago I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing. If I glanced around at the creative ventures I have given the most heart, writing would fall second from the top, right after music. On May 18th, I will be 35. I am in the third year of my second marriage, after being married nearly 10 years the first time. I am not working as a nurse, after practicing for only two years. I have decided to send my children back to public school after homeschooling them for three years. I am staring at my Emmanuel, who is eating macaroni with both hands. I surmise he will be much too cheesy to nap in what he is wearing, if he naps at all. There are flaky egg rolls in the oven, and I am hungry after Jiu Jitsu. I am wondering if the egg rolls are flakier or if I am. I'm not the only one to think it about me or tell me they think it about me. Alien is probably one of my top ten favorite movies, The Lottery one of my favorite short stories. I am a horror connoisseur. If I had the honor o

Warrior

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This is going to be an ongoing, messy, ugly, difficult story about redemption. It is going to be a fight.  I wrote this original post on the 16th of April, just one day after merciless flames consumed Notre Dame. The event gave me great conviction of the value of human creativity, and most certainly great pause at how necessary it was I find something creative to do, despite how completely I felt I was failing at everything. This is a story about depression and my fight against it, it is about recovering from abuse, it is about learning who I am, learning how to value myself, and learning how to not accept guilt as a first reaction to choices I am uncertain of in life. But most of all it is the story of my journey through Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I know Jiu Jitsu is going to teach me things I need to know about myself, and free me of things I desperately need freedom from. I know it is going to help me learn about who I truly am. I know it is going to help me reach into my person, and di