Sunday Morning Thoughts
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The Open Road | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Hello to the brand new, fresh aired feel of this first day of March.
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This Sunday Morning | Sunday Morning Thoughts
The sun has set, I’m considering whether or not to cook dinner or just snack until bedtime, and most importantly, I’m feeling refreshed after what has been one of the lowest, most mediocre, and unproductive weeks of my life.
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Evolution of My Love for Poetry | Sunday Morning Thoughts
It is currently 10:00 in the morning on Sunday, January 26th, and I have a long to-do list in front of me, which, on top of other tasks, includes everything I want to get done for the blog today. But I just don’t feel like doing those things just yet. Instead, I’m going to drink my coffee, eat a piece of the quiche I just pulled out of the oven, and relay some of my Sunday Morning Thoughts below.
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A Most Heinous Act | Sunday Morning Thoughts
For too short a time – a little less than one full semester – I worked at the most beautiful library in Maine. Actually, it’s the largest research library in the state, and is always a place I return to when I visit my alma mater. I worked in the reference section; some may know it as the room with all the computers on the first floor. At the start of every shift, I got to see what people had been researching in the hours between my last and current shifts, and then return the materials to their corresponding shelves, tables, or find someone to correctly put back a map.
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Creativity and the Workplace | Sunday Morning Thoughts
Another week of the good ‘ol 9-5 is set to begin, or in my case, some 7-4’s, 8:00-4:30s, and maybe even a 7:30-6:30. My position as a copywriter is one I am proud of; my creative aspirations are paying off and I get to tap into the exuberant parts of my mind that I cherish so much. I won’t lie and say everyday is like peaches and cream – sometimes I encounter dull tasks, or things I really hate doing, but that’s life right?
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Natural Energy | Sunday Morning Thoughts
The fresh blue sky is covered with wispy white clouds, creating a plush and somewhat oceanic covering that could later turn to an angry storm, or just continue being overcast. I can see just the tops of the trees that line the opposite side of the stream bank; a stream I can’t see now but know is there. The green, rounded tops – accented by ragged, leafless branches of one individual tree – appear dark against the light blue and white fluff of the sky . Why is it that these colors are so soothing, so incredibly calming?
