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Why I Am Not a Complainerfeatured

I used to complain about everything. From the food my mom made to the horrible teachers that yelled at me for talking too much. I was a Debbie Downer of sorts, a preteen without a cause. This lasted for many years. My attitude was just as crummy as my complaints. I ended up feeling exactly Read more

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Why My Desk is So Cleanfeatured

I wasn’t always a neat freak. I used to throw clothes on the floor and have a dumpster of a backseat. That was my normal for a very long while. My mind and my spaces were a complete mess and I somehow still sought refuge through all of the clutter. As the years went by, Read more

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