Ryder Carroll
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On Leaving Bullet Journal
When something doesn’t feel like it serves your mental health anymore, it’s time to quit it. Right? When I was teenager and well into my twenties, I carried coins in my pocket. There was no intention of buying anything with them. And besides, snack and soda machines all cost more than a few measly coins Continue reading
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Something Old
I carry an empty Leuchtturm 1917 Bullet Journal in my messenger bag. It’s blank. I purchased some months ago when my path was headed in one direction. In August, it took a sharp turn as my priorities were made clear.* I didn’t want to be like them. The sort of people who are married to Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 