by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.
It’s really tough, but sometimes you still gotta move forward, even when you’re sad.
My drawing tablet completely broke a few days before my calendar deadline, coming in after a week of stress with my payments processor, so it hasn’t been the best time for me. But I gotta keep going- working on my calendar the best I can on my iPad, paying extra fees, and setting up the holiday sale. I just have to make it through!
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God placed this on my heart so I want to share:
When I was younger I first became a Christian because I didn't want to go to hell. My faith was purely based on not wanting to go to hell so I would try hard not to sin that way I would go to heaven. However, that is such a watered-down version of why we should have faith. As I grew older I felt God was calling me to reexamine my faith and become close to Him. Over the past 2ish years I have grown so much because instead of being Christian simply to not go to hell my faith was built on my relationship with God. He is the friend, parent, and just love that I have always searched for and wanted. He is the true embodiment of love. If you are wondering why you should be a Christian it is because at your lowest moments, where you feel most broken, underserving, lost, etc. the answer is Christ. HE LOVES YOU, not in a cheesy way but in a way where he died for you to save you from yourself. He wants to show you His love, and he provides peace. It is in a relationship with Him that even though I worry, and feel burdened, I can still have peace because of his presence in my life.
I just pray that anyone reading this accepts Jesus Lord and seeks a relationship with Him. I pray they do not get caught up in the "aesthetics" and try to be "that Christian girl" or the perfect person so that they don't go to hell, but instead I pray they seek you so that they can feel your love so that they can feel your breath of life into their own lungs. I pray that all who read this find you, so that they can encounter the peace, and love I have in following and getting closer to you. Jesus is what you have been seeking. Amen.
So bad at texting it feels like war
So you've probably heard of Notion as a notetaking/productivity app and if I know anything about, its that it can get very daunting. Notion has a lot of hidden features, and the ones that are presented to you, are huge in number. So it's hard to find a pretty, yet functional Notion page to use.
I got a comment a few days ago asking how I organized my life through Notion, so I thought about giving you a tour.
Enjoy.
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My home page. I wanted to go for a light, summery vibe. Make sure that when you look at it, you feel happy and energised. Whatever you like, coquette, dark academia, coffee shop theme, it doesn't matter. Make sure YOU love it.
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Add some countdowns to important dates (exams, festivals, etc), pictures and playlists to personalise your page.
Don't forget the daily to-do list. I also have this thing I do, called 'What did I do today?' and then I list out all the studying/errands I did today. Great for accountability and motivation.
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My planner for my weekly events and deadlines, and my goals to accomplish.
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Some other pages of my notion. I left out a few for privacy, but you get it.
There is no perfect way to be productive. Everyone has different things that work for them. Search for yours. Inspiration is everywhere. Now shoo, get off your bed, drink some coffee, and get to work. I know you can do it. Xoxo
Happy New Year!
Our brothers that supported and cheered for us When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly? Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so. If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go? Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right? Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up? These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys
August sun, soft and sweet
A bright sky slipping down my chin
Tiny grin, this little sin, no one knows
The sticky underneath
So lush to linger
Linger longer
Summer flesh, softened lips
Would you like a taste?
Watching Grey's Anatomy and the first line of this episode is:
"The problem with being a resident is you feel crazy all the time"
And I felt that
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You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.
Mahmoud Darwish