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  1. Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life

    For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.

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  2. Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life

    For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  3. Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life

    For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  4. Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life

    For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  5. Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life

    For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  6. The Things Beneath the Thing

    Lately I've been reminded that trauma rarely lives in one moment. It weaves itself through years of experiences, attaching itself to people, words, memories, and feelings we don't even realize are connected. This week, my brain decided it was finally time to show me a few of those connections, and as uncomfortable as that was, I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

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  7. The Things Beneath the Thing

    Lately I've been reminded that trauma rarely lives in one moment. It weaves itself through years of experiences, attaching itself to people, words, memories, and feelings we don't even realize are connected. This week, my brain decided it was finally time to show me a few of those connections, and as uncomfortable as that was, I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  8. The Things Beneath the Thing

    Lately I've been reminded that trauma rarely lives in one moment. It weaves itself through years of experiences, attaching itself to people, words, memories, and feelings we don't even realize are connected. This week, my brain decided it was finally time to show me a few of those connections, and as uncomfortable as that was, I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  9. The Things Beneath the Thing

    Lately I've been reminded that trauma rarely lives in one moment. It weaves itself through years of experiences, attaching itself to people, words, memories, and feelings we don't even realize are connected. This week, my brain decided it was finally time to show me a few of those connections, and as uncomfortable as that was, I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  10. The Things Beneath the Thing

    Lately I've been reminded that trauma rarely lives in one moment. It weaves itself through years of experiences, attaching itself to people, words, memories, and feelings we don't even realize are connected. This week, my brain decided it was finally time to show me a few of those connections, and as uncomfortable as that was, I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

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  11. 241 Days Later

    For so much of the last week, I have been focused on what felt broken. The Body Dysmorphia. The RSD. The exhaustion. The darkness that likes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to convince me that I am weaker than I really am. Monday reminded me that while those things may always be part of my story, they are not the whole story.

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  12. 241 Days Later

    For so much of the last week, I have been focused on what felt broken. The Body Dysmorphia. The RSD. The exhaustion. The darkness that likes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to convince me that I am weaker than I really am. Monday reminded me that while those things may always be part of my story, they are not the whole story.

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  13. 241 Days Later

    For so much of the last week, I have been focused on what felt broken. The Body Dysmorphia. The RSD. The exhaustion. The darkness that likes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to convince me that I am weaker than I really am. Monday reminded me that while those things may always be part of my story, they are not the whole story.

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  14. 241 Days Later

    For so much of the last week, I have been focused on what felt broken. The Body Dysmorphia. The RSD. The exhaustion. The darkness that likes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to convince me that I am weaker than I really am. Monday reminded me that while those things may always be part of my story, they are not the whole story.

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  15. 241 Days Later

    For so much of the last week, I have been focused on what felt broken. The Body Dysmorphia. The RSD. The exhaustion. The darkness that likes to lurk in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to convince me that I am weaker than I really am. Monday reminded me that while those things may always be part of my story, they are not the whole story.

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  16. Loved Anyway

    After several days spent battling Body Dysmorphia, RSD, exhaustion, guilt, and self-doubt, I walked into my first confession expecting to leave feeling lighter. That isn't exactly what happened. What I found instead was something I wasn't looking for: reminders that even in the middle of my mess, my mistakes, and my struggles, people kept showing up. Sometimes love doesn't remove the weight you're carrying. Sometimes it simply reminds you that you don't have to carry it alone.

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  17. Loved Anyway

    After several days spent battling Body Dysmorphia, RSD, exhaustion, guilt, and self-doubt, I walked into my first confession expecting to leave feeling lighter. That isn't exactly what happened. What I found instead was something I wasn't looking for: reminders that even in the middle of my mess, my mistakes, and my struggles, people kept showing up. Sometimes love doesn't remove the weight you're carrying. Sometimes it simply reminds you that you don't have to carry it alone.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  18. Loved Anyway

    After several days spent battling Body Dysmorphia, RSD, exhaustion, guilt, and self-doubt, I walked into my first confession expecting to leave feeling lighter. That isn't exactly what happened. What I found instead was something I wasn't looking for: reminders that even in the middle of my mess, my mistakes, and my struggles, people kept showing up. Sometimes love doesn't remove the weight you're carrying. Sometimes it simply reminds you that you don't have to carry it alone.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  19. Loved Anyway

    After several days spent battling Body Dysmorphia, RSD, exhaustion, guilt, and self-doubt, I walked into my first confession expecting to leave feeling lighter. That isn't exactly what happened. What I found instead was something I wasn't looking for: reminders that even in the middle of my mess, my mistakes, and my struggles, people kept showing up. Sometimes love doesn't remove the weight you're carrying. Sometimes it simply reminds you that you don't have to carry it alone.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20

  20. Loved Anyway

    After several days spent battling Body Dysmorphia, RSD, exhaustion, guilt, and self-doubt, I walked into my first confession expecting to leave feeling lighter. That isn't exactly what happened. What I found instead was something I wasn't looking for: reminders that even in the middle of my mess, my mistakes, and my struggles, people kept showing up. Sometimes love doesn't remove the weight you're carrying. Sometimes it simply reminds you that you don't have to carry it alone.

    perfectlyimperfectlife.blog/20