UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Category: Daily Writing Prompt

  • Going With the Flow…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Going With the Flow… All the Way to Tea Time… Goals?? My biggest goal is getting through the day in one piece! I usually start out with the intention to accomplish way too much, lists, plans, maybe even a grand vision or two. By lunchtime, half of it has gone sideways, and by evening… well,…

  • Keep Calm and Mind the Turf…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Keep Calm and Mind the Turf… Some countries have emergency preparedness plans that involve complicated kits, evacuation routes, and color-coded threat levels. In Ireland? We’re a bit more… practical. Step 1: Check the weather.This is less about knowing what’s coming and more about preparing yourself for the fact that the forecast will be wrong anyway.…

  • Why ‘Me’ Needs a Holiday…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Most Overused Word? If I had to pick a word that’s overused these days, I’d say “me.”Not because the letters offend me, or because I want to erase individuality, but because “me” has become the gravitational center of far too many conversations, posts, and decisions. We live in an era where “me” gets first,…

  • Bully’s Lost in Space, and I’m at Peace…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What Brings Me Peace? Peace is not a scented candle, a yoga mat, or the sound of gentle rain, though all those are nice in theory, until the cat knocks over the candle, the yoga mat curls itself into a trip hazard, and the rain turns into an Irish downpour that soaks you from the…

  • Devotion Over Diplomas…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Now this one? I’ve got my opinions. Buckle up. First off, what even is a profession? If we’re talking about the kind that requires you to be “properly” educated, trained, and certified by the same system that keeps most of us stuck, then no, I don’t admire professions. I question them. Because who decides what…

  • The Shop That Sells Nothing…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Now this is a tough one. Because, truth be told, opening a shop is the last thing I’d ever want to do. Shops mean transactions. Price tags. Plastic shelves full of items we don’t need but somehow buy anyway. Honestly, in my head, we were better off without them. I’m more into the barter system,…

  • What I Carry: Memory, Meaning, and Me…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What I Carry: Memory, Meaning, and Me… For me, the most important thing to carry isn’t something you can pack in a bag or slip in your pocket, it’s your memories, and just as vital, your sense of who you are. Memories are more than just mental snapshots; they are the raw material of identity.…

  • Cracks That Let the Truth In…

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    Mae Faurel
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    If I’m honest, I don’t think I started my blog with some grand plan to change the world. I started it because I needed to say things I couldn’t say out loud. But as it’s grown, I’ve realized something: we need the truth. We need the raw, unfiltered stories, not the polished ones dressed up…

  • Where the Sky Remembers Me..

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    Mae Faurel
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    It’s a life far from the noise and nonsense of this one. Here, creativity isn’t just something you do; it’s the heartbeat of everything. Stories aren’t just told; they glow, shimmer, and come alive in colors and light. Every sunrise? A fresh story waiting to be lived, a new adventure knocking at the door, a…

  • Hold the Menu, Pass the Memories…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Oh, I’ve definitely thrown stupid money at meals in the past, especially when I lived in the States. Back then, it was dinner out every weekend. Starters, mains, cocktails with far too much garnish, and desserts we didn’t need but ordered anyway “for the table.” Was it worth it? Well… I can’t remember a single…