Author: Mae Faurel
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Chasing My Tail (and Maybe the Universe’s Too)…
Lately, I feel like I’m chasing my tail, round and round, trying to catch up on everything that somehow slipped through the cracks. You know the kind of days when you wake up full of good intentions, ready to take on the world… and then suddenly it’s 6 p.m., and all you’ve managed is to…
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Strangers by DNA…
I was thinking about my family today, dangerous territory, I know, and I came to a rather startling conclusion: we’re just strangers who share the same DNA. Exactly that. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s funny how long it can take to admit something that’s been sitting in plain sight. You keep hoping one day the…
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Turquoise Doors and Wildflowers…
Now, WordPress… when you say artists, what exactly are we talking about here? Painters? Musicians? Poets? Or the neighbor who turns her front garden into a wild, defiant explosion of daisies and old wheelbarrows every spring? Because I have favorites in all those categories. If it’s painters you mean, then give me Van Gogh, the…
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The Art of Passing Time (Without Losing My Mind)…
When someone asks my favorite pastime, I usually laugh, because “pastime” implies I’ve got time to pass! Between dodging daily drama, keeping my sanity intact, and wondering if the kettle has boiled or just given up, spare time feels like a luxury item. But when I do find a little pocket of peace, I turn…
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Everything to Nothing (and Back Again)…
Losing Everything to Find Myself… I’ve lost all my possessions more times than I can count, sometimes through chaos, sometimes by choice, and sometimes because the universe gave me a firm nudge and said, “You won’t need that where you’re going.” I’ve walked away from houses full of things, furniture, clothes, memories stacked in boxes,…
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The Art of Changing My Mind (Over and Over Again)…
What Haven’t I Changed My Mind About? I used to think coffee was just coffee, bread was just bread, and socks were just socks. Now coffee comes with an ethical compass, bread is either a deadly gluten bomb or a gut-healing miracle depending on which guru you ask, and socks, well, I’m told bamboo ones…
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Out of Place, Out of Time…
You know that question, “Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.” Well, that’s easy. Always. I feel out of place most of the time, and on bad days, I’m convinced I don’t even belong on this timeline at all. Honestly, I think I missed my stop and got off at the…
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Unplugged but Unwritten…
Well, I wouldn’t be blogging… lol. Can you imagine? Me, left without a keyboard, trying to wrestle my thoughts onto paper before they vanish into thin air. It would be chaos. My handwriting looks like it’s been in a fight with itself, so half the time I wouldn’t even be able to read what I’d…
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The Skill They Didn’t Want Me to Learn (But I Did Anyway)…
A letter from my future self… Dear Me, So here I am, ten years on, writing back. Funny thing is, the skill I mastered wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t cooking, coding, or speaking seven languages (though, let’s be honest, that would’ve been handy when trying to decode executor-speak). No, the real skill was trusting myself and…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 