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We follow structure too much in this world. Sometimes we need to let our minds wander. Here is your weekly Creative Prompt. Feel free to share! I could feel the harsh autumn wind striking my chapped cheeks as I ran through the woods. My cheeks were wet; salty tears stung my face. Feeling like I couldn’t run anymore, I stopped and yet still found the strength to yell at the top of my lungs. And when all the air had escaped from my body, I collapsed onto my knees. Leaves crunch

I don’t even know how to start today. I have a sleep consultation at 10:45 and thank god, because I sleep and I don’t know how to coexist. Ironically enough, I find the myth of the Sandman to be fascinating. Mysterious, twisted, and an amazing balance of light and dark, conscious and subconscious. And yet, I struggle with sleep. I have for most of my life.  I don’t get enough Deep Sleep, which is the most restorative for your body and mind. I work overtime in the REM departme

Nothing says, “It’s Christmas time” like the whispers of Secret Santa ideas in the office. You know, the booming tradition, especially in friend circles or workplace environments, where you toss your name into a hat, then pick a name that isn’t yours to get a gift or gifts for Christmas. The organizers state the rules at the very beginning and also set a dollar amount limit. We, the teachers and staff at the school, picked our Secret Santas before the Thanksgiving break. Our

Unfiltered, raw, unorganized, and unedited. Buckle up buttercups and good luck. It's a long one. Hello, and welcome to “The Midnight Circus”. That is to say, the spiraling rabbit hole that is my mind as soon as I even think that maybe tonight is the night I might actually get more than a half hour of deep sleep (according to my Oura Ring. Not sponsored…yet wink. This is literally, and yet, figuratively, nudge nudge, wink wink.) I’m a nerd, I know…this is literally the act of

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About a year and a half ago, I walked into a gym. I met with a personal trainer with every intention of signing up. I walked out of the meeting with a job offer. I was beyond thrilled to have found my way back to my passion. My degree is in Health, Wellness, and Physical Edu and I had a soft spot for childhood obesity. I thought maybe I could be a P.E. teacher. But you know how life goes, and finances became more important than the debt it was going to take for me to get anyt

Other than my husband snoring next to me in bed as if he were in a tree-cutting competition, the house was finally quiet—a rarity in the...