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L i t tle T h ings.

I want to blog again. But I always seem to be stuck.

Re-reading some of my old posts the other day made me realize that I always write about the same things. The worst part is that these things are things that I dislike about my life. Even more terrifying, as indicated by the timeline of my previous posts, these things have been bothering me for a very long time. 

So now, I want to tell my "voice" to grow up. The only crappy relationship I would like to address now for the first (and hopefully last) time is the one I have with myself.

What I needed previously and still need to find for real, is my self-respect. My esteem. My ability to just "be". 

And these are my new principles for blogging. No angst-fuelled rambles. Just life, as it is from day-to-day. It's time to take control, and indulge in all experiences, whether they be big or small   (someone brings you kiwiis in an attempt to make your day brighter. Definitely worked).

If only I could bottle such a mantra and take it out to have a sip every once and a while.
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