I keep writing about loss lately.
Time keeps robbing me of people, places, things and experiences. It is painful.
I keep telling myself I must learn to let go. Learn to let go even before I lose something, because then when that day comes it won’t affect me since I’ve never possessed it anyway.
I’m going through a big transition soon. I’m scared, but also excited for the change.
I feel a lack of strength lately. A lack of motivation. Fear that the future will be darker than the past.
Yet despite this large part of me that feels so afraid, there is still a little light inside that shimers and whispers, “It’ll be okay. Don’t worry. I got you. You’re safe.”
About me pages always make my mind go blank, which is ironic because there's really so much to say. I guess what stumps me is where do I start?
Here are the basics: They named me Laura. They, meaning my parents, who were never married but mingled in 1988 in the country of Brazil, where little me was born.
I grew up in New York City among a melting pot of cultures, smells, and hustle.
I've learned to be a go-getter, thinker, intuitive, lover of life, peace maker, and coffee enthusiast - among other things.
I like to write. I've been keeping a journal since my early teenage years. I created Reflect Out Loud to simply share whatever is on my mind in whatever style that comes up for me. I try to let whatever I put out here be free flowing. I simply want to share my thoughts out in the open.
But to simplify this about me: I am a human, having a human experience. I have a story, just like you have a story. And some of that story you'll see here.
Um... I guess that's pretty much all I have for now.
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