Tag: think

I want to give you things to think about and form your own conclusions, which may be entirely different than my own

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So, let’s be clear from the outset my intent is to [present] some things for you to think about. I will not do all the research, I’m not a journalist, I’m not a politician, my grammar and spelling are imperfect, and even my thoughts and opinions are imperfect. However, if I can challenge you to think about what I’ve written than my mission is accomplished.

https://politicsforme.wordpress.com/2022/08/12/my-introduction

I want to be healthy and strong and not give even the smallest of fucks about what people think

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I always say I don’t care what people think of me so why am I so concerned with my weight and how I look. But I read something today about the shame that women feel about their bodies, despite the absolute fucking slog they go through every day of their lives. It made me think – I’m probably right when I say I don’t really care what other people think but maybe I care what I think and maybe that is shame. Do I feel ashamed because I’m “fatter” than most people around me? Do I feel ashamed because my stomach that was home to two beautiful babies for 9 months (absolutely fucking huge babies might I add) isn’t flat? I mean it isn’t even round, I don’t know what shape it is! Do I feel ashamed that I weigh more than my partner? Do I feel ashamed when I eat something “bad”?

https://hormoaningmum.wordpress.com/2023/07/05/shame-on-me

Years from now if I’m reading this again I want to realize that this phase of my life was difficult and I was unafraid to acknowledge how I felt

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I realize if I’m only going to post the happy happy things then I’m only faking my thoughts right!? It’s humanly not possible to have only positive affirmations all the time.

https://bhairavimaran.wordpress.com/2022/03/13/oh-so-extra

I want to write, but what will people think about it … what will they say … ?

Keywords: Life , Writing about life

I have to remind myself who I am writing for. It is for me, but it is also for those who may get something from what I have to say. I have a lot to share and I love to write and explore each medium that I find solace in. Writing has been an important apart of my life since I was pretty young.

https://healingcreationspnw.com/2021/12/17/writing-for-who

I want to share it but there’s not many people in my life wanting to hear about those types of things

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I don’t think my life is extraordinary or even slightly interesting. Nothing people want to read about. I live a pretty basic life but my overthinking has my thoughts all over the place and sometimes it’s easier to process and move on from things when you write about them.

https://kymessmom328.wordpress.com/2021/12/17/9

The more comfortable that [thing] becomes, the harder it is to break out of it

Keywords: Metafrizzics , Baltimore Center Stage , Content Creator , Midlife Crisis , Public Theater , self-improvement , Wittenberg

The longer I spend writing content, the harder it is to imagine what life would be like without it, even though I’m finding I spend more and more of my day trying to picture such a life.

https://metafrizzics.wordpress.com/2021/10/05/whats-the-endgame

I’m an overthinker so I wanted to know every detail

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I’m an over thinker so I wanted to know every detail about my dorm, how everything works and I don’t think I found enough information anywhere. I looked up YouTube videos and on any Texas State social media’s but nothing was answering my questions, it all seemed so confusing. I believe I’m a very independent person and I will find a way to do it and figure it out, so I did.

https://yearonetxst.wordpress.com/2021/09/12/introduction

Extremely thanks to my over thinking self, I am making a courage, to open up enough to write about it here

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I didn’t stop myself there and questioned, “What was it? Was it bad? And, was it right?” I did not have the courage to ask anybody or even my own family or maybe didn’t have words to describe it haphazardly. Back then, till 2019, I was a shy person, who forcibly or sometimes unnoticeably suppressed her feelings, and my mind used to be all black out, i used to cry, I, did not shoutmaybe it was enough to cry loud and louder in my mind, then to think deeply about how many days I, cried in last week or last month or last year, how I, was surviving but not actually living.

https://ideaofromance.wordpress.com/2021/09/04/we-see-a-lot-of-things-but-we-just-ignore-them-why