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Does The Pressure Of Perfection Kill What Could Have Been? Lauryn Hill Reveals Why The Second Album Hasn’t Happened After 30 Years
The post reflects on Lauryn Hill’s journey following the success of her groundbreaking album, “The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.” It discusses the pressures of fame, her limited output since then, and her recent comments on creativity’s emotional toll. Fans appreciate her intentional artistry, acknowledging her struggle for meaningful expression amid industry demands.
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A Short Letter To You
Some places are reminders of so many moments; they remind us of so many things. Hidden are hundreds of memories in a single place. Isn’t it a beautiful thing how a single place can remind us of so much?! Isn’t it amazing how a single place can hold so much?! Furthermore, if the place is…
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Relentless Reinvention: Why Becoming Must Be a Daily Discipline
Written by Dhylles Victoria, Writer and Author of Relentless Reinvention: From Breaking Point to Breakthrough There’s a persistent myth woven into the way we talk about growth—the idea that one day, we will finally “figure ourselves out.” That we will arrive at a complete, stable version of who we are, and from there, life will…
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I Second That Emotion
Emotions are tools of the mind. They are neither positive nor negative. They just are. It’s how we acknowledge, manage, and express them that makes them helpful or unhelpful. I learned this the hard way over years of being told that I was too emotional. This typically came from men (bosses and husbands), and more…
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The Person I Almost Became…
There’s a version of me that wakes up earlier. She moves through her mornings with intention, coffee made slowly, sunlight touching the kitchen bench, her phone left face down. She replies to messages on time. She says yes to opportunities without overthinking them. She doesn’t hesitate the way I do. She doesn’t replay conversations hours…
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Holiday Season – Why I Am Switching Off
Everyone craves time off to slow down, to have those perfectly curated, sweet, cozy morning routines portrayed on one of the many reels calculated by my Instagram and TikTok algorithm. It is presented with such ease, through a luscious spread of food, an assortment of coffee, and a very specific plan related to the gym,…
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I Wanna Be The Girls: Being Bestie-less In Your Twenties
I wanna be girls, the besties on tv. Sunday sitting, flipping magazines, on a warm beach, baking in the sun. Dreaming bout the women That we’d one day become. I wanna be girls Where our minds link like glue whatever I’m on ur down to do. Share a headset the preview’s soundproof But will check…
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Who Am I Without Yearning For You
I do crave a kiss. For a forehead kiss. For a forehead man’s kiss. And I know loving you was a bliss, because I don’t feel as happy and as good as when you were by my side. I crave for someone who wishes me a good night before sleeping and someone who holds me…
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My Love Letter To: Discovering I Am A Charlotte (SATC)
I’m a firm believer that Sex And The City finds everyone when it’s supposed to find you. For me, that was my early 20s. I used to overlook Charlotte, trying to convince myself I was a Carrie through and through, but after a few years and constant rewatches later, I discovered that I am a…
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“Whisper Comes Home” (Excerpt from the Unpublished Novel Women of the Horse)
September 9, 1968. The Barn Whisper’s new stall has been ready for a night and a day. The oat straw, golden in the afternoon light, is fluffed a foot deep and banked deeper still on the sides of the tie stall. The water bucket is full and clipped, just so, in the manger. The manger…
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There I Am
I’ve heard it said. “Wherever you go, There you are.” Across so many moons I’ve tried to run, To run from myself. The race was fruitless, For “Wherever you go, There you are.” In India, Nepal, and even Laos I thought I’d lose myself, But instead, I found Another side of me, For “Wherever you…
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Read, Write, Or Both?
Are you a reader? Are you a writer? Are you both? I’m both! I love words, pure and simple. I love reading them, watching them dance across the page, conjuring images in my mind. I love writing them, ideas from my mind flowing through me, out of my fingers onto the page! How about you? …
