When I was a kid I wanted to be a cop

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I thought [it] was a honorable job. My opinion of law enforcement has changed over the years but I still remember how I felt about the idea of wearing the badge. I used to dream and have aspirations. Why did I stop? I got to the point where my biggest aspiration is making it to my next day off alive. I think that at some point we inadvertently decided that this was it. This mundane lifestyle is all we will ever have. We don’t think that anything can change our lives at this point in the game. We stopped caring and wanting to be better. Having dreams is a let down at this point in our lives.

https://guerrerowrites.com/2021/07/14/back-to-life

I want to talk more gently to myself in case teenage Anne is listening in

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The Anne of today, right this very minute, is the caretaker for all the versions of me — past and future. I carry each one of them with me, though I’m not always aware of them. The gift I can give myself each and every day is true compassion and deep love for past, present and future Anne.

https://annebrock.com/2021/05/14/i-carry-them-all-with-me

Everybody is wrapped up in their own issues to care about how I’m doing

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My son is my sunshine. He really is making me smile, even when he frustrates me. His smile lights up my world. His questions blow my mind. He still gets piggy back rides from me and he loves them. His hugs are healing. He is so cute and adorable and I love his personality. I see in him his dad’s confidence and my insecurities meshed in one. We have been slacking on positive affirmations but I’m sure to let him know that he makes me happy every chance I got. I don’t play with him enough, especially during Ramadan because I’m so tired, but he has become so emotionally mature that he literally tells me “I want to spend time with you” and when he says that, I do, even if I’m tired.

https://stayathomemom495.wordpress.com/2021/05/09/storytime-why-my-writing-is-suffering

I just want to be able to speak those words and give wings to those fluttering feelings deep in the pit of my stomach

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When my dad and I used to go for coffee and long conversation, he impressed upon me the importance of being a good listener. He told me to always make eye contact, let them know you are listening by nodding your head, asking questions when the narrative was unclear or a term unfamiliar. He said one of the essential parts of being a good listener is that for however long that person is speaking, it is all about them.

https://mostlymanicmichelle.home.blog/2021/02/13/being-a-good-listener-the-sad-the-bad-the-rad