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rebbecca-hill's picture
Aug.20.2012
I often wonder if I will ever write myself out; will I reach a point where I have nothing more to express? I realize that there will always be something, but when I recognize that I circle back to recurring themes, recurring memories, recurring, recurring—that’s when I feel this way, that I will...
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May.01.2012
My food processor's predecessor is a blender. While it is rare that I make blender blunders, I thought it'd be fun to have a processor. I processed this idea in my mind for several months; one day my friend offered me hers.   Prior to the food processor, the only processor I had used was my...
rebbecca-hill's picture
Nov.07.2011
Monday mornings have not been easy for me lately. I don't find myself wanting to go to work. Instead, I'd like to stay home all day and do what I feel like doing, which could be reading, could be writing, could be staring out the window, eating. I hope that by the time I get to work, the day doesn'...
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Aug.19.2011
Different things have been on my mind. It’s a slow period at work and at times I get antsy. But once I accept and get used to this lull, I’m able to invite the clear slate and let my mind wander—about ways to improve or introduce new ideas. During the process, I usually stumble upon or keep coming...
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Jul.26.2011
“When you make it a strong habit not to take anything personally, you avoid many upsets in your life. Your anger, jealousy, and envy will disappear, and even your sadness will simply disappear if you don't take things personally.” From The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz   I came across...
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May.04.2010
A weary beginning to the day. Not a too sound night. Asleep with a low lamp on. Woken by the sound of a clickity-buzz and then a soft landing right next to my ear. I quickly sit up, look to find a cricket that managed to miss my head by millimeters. He flew into the pillow beside me and was nestled...
rebbecca-hill's picture
Mar.09.2010
There’s been a lot on my mind. I’ve always had a slight preoccupation with death and well, he keeps prodding at me, but this time it’s different. Now I think about all the pages I’ve written and how if I were to suddenly die, I would leave behind thoughts that may be taken out of context, that is...