Finding Yourself in a Character

Have you ever had the experience of relating so strongly to a character that it really made a story vivid for you? It’s a great experience, when it happens. For example, Anne Shirley and I are definitely kindred spirits, and I feel that way about Jane Eyre, Elizabeth Bennett, and several other literary characters.

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Quick Hello

Hope this finds you well! I’m a little radio silent because things are busy, but not because I’m not thinking of you, beloved readers. The end of this week starts an extremely busy month or so, for me, professionally and personally, but I’ll try to catch things up here before I go. Some things to look forward to: “Les Mis” at my favorite community theater. I’m thinking that it will mostly be a meditation on how you see yourself in different works as you encounter them throughout your life. Spoiler alert: I encountered myself as Eponine in this production, much to my shock and dismay.

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How To Love A Girl Who’s Guarded

The last three paragraphs are so true I could put them into my next online dating profile or tattoo them on my face.

Thought Catalog

via Summer via Summer

You won’t know when a girl is guarded, not initially at least.

“Guarded” won’t be the word that comes to mind. You’ll think she’s independent and confident. Driven and seemingly content. She’s never seeking anything from you, never leaning in to the hint or the whisper. She seems as though she lives a big life, and it’s in that paradox that she’s most closed. She’s filled all the little spaces with something, something else.

Once upon a time she fell in love the way thousands and millions of people do every day and hour and in the last three seconds while you were reading this. But it wasn’t the falling in love, or the breaking up that ultimately broke her.

It was that she found the truest seeming, most divinely timed, so evidently fated love, only to learn that conviction is not actually an indication of what will…

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Please Don’t Make Me!

I’ve been reading lots of tips about how you shouldn’t start the day by checking your phone/social media/email, and I think there’s definitely some truth to that. I habitually lose time to it in the morning, when I can least afford to lose time, and sometimes, it starts your day off in a bad direction.

This morning, it got me arguing with myself about my Diet Coke addiction. I’m not inflating my language, here— right now, I have a three-a-day habit, and it seldom ticks down. Occasionally, it ticks up, if I can rationalize fountain drinks. If I don’t drink it, I go through caffeine withdrawal that leaves me with headaches and crankiness.

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More Love for the J-O-B

I know I’ve been gushy about how much better the culture is at my current workplace, than it was at my previous workplace, toward the end. Thank you for bearing with my Pollyanna self. We had a staff meeting today that reinforced everything I like about it. It’s an exceptionally busy time, there was a mix of good and bad news to deliver, but several themes emerged.

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