Celebrating the human in me

I started this post with the thought of writing on why do I celebrate myself, but then I decided to give myself some time to think whether I actually celebrate myself. The topic made me get confused for a while. I had no clue what to put in words about myself for I personally feel celebrating …

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Anger and me

My relationship with anger is several generations old. I inherited the gene for being hot, short, tempered from both my parents. The outcome wasn't a hot chick but a girl with a temper not measurable by any meter. Anger is one letter short of danger. ~ Eleanor Roosevelt The tradition of being short-tempered runs on my …

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