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If ever I needed to write through something… it was today. I had a foggy drive to work this morning. Beautifully foggy. The weird fog that’s translucent enough to let the sun decide its color, but opaque and misty enough to be sort of haunting. Cool enough outside to have the heat on low in…
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I had a random thought enter my head, this morning. And, as all my thoughts do, it looped its way around a strand of thoughts I’ve previously concocted. Walk with me as we follow this trail of “how God communicates with Kelsea.” I was at Wes’s house the other night and we were watching some…
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“Furious” is easy Anger comes on strong Like bricks, a dime a dozen Building up a wall Silence is easy My thoughts aren’t all too loud Drown them out in music Whose lyrics make sense now Distractions are easy They pollute my atmosphere But shield me from the burning sun I am safer under here…
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I’m driving to work this morning—early for once. Substantially early. Like early enough to stop for McDonald’s breakfast and totally negate my 9pm workout I did last night. Early enough to not be almost-rear-ending every car in front of me on US-23. Early enough to try to snap some cute “OMW to work” selfies…
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy…
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My mentor sent me this video, yesterday. I immediately plugged my earphones in, at my desk, and watched it, in its entirety, on my phone. There are two reasons why I took such urgent action. My mentor doesn’t send me random videos, ever. I knew she sent this to me for a specific purpose and…
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There’s a common misconception that body positivity and body-issues are ideas that are reserved only for plus-sized-women or mothers with tiger-stripes (stretch marks) or double-mastectomy patients.. Or, even, that they are exclusively reserved for women. This irks me. A lot. Especially when I’m eating a baconator at work and everyone in the office starts asking…
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My Name: Kelsea Danielle Wiggins My Current Job/Company: Project Administrator for PCM, Inc Marketing Coordinator for Pallet House Furnishings My Birthday: Thanksgiving Day, 1991 My Work: I truly believe I was placed on this Earth to be an encourager, an edifier, a seed waterer, etc. I am most fulfilled and pleased when I am helping…
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So, I’m doin my workday routine. I pop open LinkedIn and make sure all 469 of my connections don’t forget about me. I’m congratulating people on their anniversaries and promotions. I’m liking new headshots. Doin that day-to-day-stay-relevant-thang. I’m scrollin… and I come across this quote… “Change must be actively pursued, not merely tolerated. If you…
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Turns out, Kelsea’s “Get Your Head Out of Your Own Ass” is a three-step program. Who knew? I didn’t think long and hard about Step Three. I thought short and soft about it. Step Three is, by far, the hardest step. It’s called “Give it to God and Go to Sleep.” I moved over the…
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I’m interrupting this riveting series on Getting Your Head Out of Your Own Ass to document this day. FriYay, June 26th, One Week after JuneTeenth (Coincidence, Supreme Court?), The Supreme Court of The United States of America decided (finally) that Gay Marriages are legal and should be recognized in all 50, glorious states. As someone…
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“In friendship…we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years’ difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another…the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting–any of these chances might have kept us…
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