sunrise on sunday. the beginning stages, in general. the beginning of everything. unless its the beginning stages of some drama or something ignorant. the beginning of a really bad movie sometimes throws me off. if the beginning of a book doesn't hook me, it'll make its way to the lightly read section quickly. or not make it into the collection at all. but the beginning of a new season... the beginning of a new year... the beginning of a new routine. so on. these times are like the transfer window for optimism. my favorite is the beginning of a new day. catching as many sunsets as possible and really slowing down to truly enjoy them is admirable but witnessing at least one sunrise every seven days is equally restorative.
the beautiful struggle. it was certainly a struggle mentally and physically making it through this week. but, of course, some beautiful things happened too for equilibrium's sake. i've done a pretty good job of conditioning myself to look at positive and difficult situations as critical moments of growth. i don't necessarily feel like i thrive in them, personally, but i don't approach them with apprehensions i once always would. drilling into my head that there will be some good and some bad with everything, no matter what.
this mixtape full different interpretations of my favorite slum village song.
the roots live album on a sunday. at sunset. on a hot night. while doing your rehab workouts.
commas. my favorite punctuation. i use too many. usually, on purpose. i like ellipses too, though...
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