Being an introvert is like being a tortilla. We look simple and straight forward, but really we are deep and complex. Plus, we somehow end up holding everything together in this great big burrito world. Don’t worry, I really am going somewhere here.

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I had this thought. What if everything we are trying so hard to reach isn’t as important as what we can touch right here, right now? Perhaps our goals become distractions keeping us from the real gem staring in front of us, begging for a cherry lime popsicle promising not to get sticky-again.

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You won’t believe where I am right now. It’s like Heaven itself came down and graced me with a view. A serene lake smoothed out with scarcely a ripple, mountain sides around decorated with pines, redwoods, and the like. Cloudy skies whispering rain drops. And I’m here sitting on an entire hill made of sand.Continue reading

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