Category: 2024 Vol. 2
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Look who’s alive…
First off, let me just say how much I appreciate you for checking in, refreshing the blog, and patiently waiting for new content. It means more than I can put into words. Seriously, knowing you’re out there looking forward to my next posts keeps me going—even during the chaos that is December. And oh, what…
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Checking in…
It feels like life is a constant race, doesn’t it? Like there’s this invisible finish line we’re all sprinting toward, with everyone around us yelling, “Hurry! Keep up! Don’t fall behind!” But recently, as I cracked open this new devotional, I stumbled upon a reminder that stopped me in my tracks: you don’t have to…
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Thriller man…thriller…
So, Halloween. We meet again. And while I may not be the one reaching for the mini Snickers or lining up for pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies, I’m absolutely here for the thrill of it all. There’s something about the chill in the air and the flicker of jack-o’-lanterns that feels like the perfect pause button in…
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Everything you want is on the other side of your patience…
There’s something about scrolling through social media on a slow afternoon that feels like the modern version of torture. You see the success stories – someone else’s promotion, dream house, picture-perfect vacation, the “I-got-up-and-ran-five-miles-before-dawn” bragging rights – and you think, How? And why not me? We’ve all been there, caught in a trap of comparison…
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Creamy crack, but not what you think…
So, I’m back on the sauce—the caffeine sauce, that is. There was a time when I thought I could quit. I even tried, multiple times. But life had other plans. Deadlines, toddler tantrums, and those random bursts of 3 p.m. existential dread? Let’s just say they don’t pair well with a caffeine-free existence. Now, caffeine…
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Seriously, glow up…
There’s a strange kind of freedom that comes when you learn to die to your old self. I’m not talking about some dramatic, soul-crushing rebirth, though sometimes it feels like that. It’s more about confronting the parts of yourself you’ve buried or dimmed because they didn’t fit into the box other people decided you should…
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Put some respect on my melanin…
Let’s have a little heart-to-heart, ladies, because I know there’s this unspoken rule in our community: Sunscreen isn’t really for us, right? Growing up, I was right there with you, thinking my melanin-rich skin was some kind of natural shield, deflecting all the sun’s drama. Turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong. And my…
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Say less…
The space I am in has given me permission to say… less. It’s liberating, honestly, to exist somewhere so intimate that silence speaks volumes. I love blogging, sharing my little life hacks with this cozy community, but lately, I feel a shift. A nudge towards letting photographs do the talking, so I don’t drown in…
Hey, They Call Me Connie… 