Scared to put a hole in my wall
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I’m Scared to Put a Hole in My Wall

I’ve had this beautiful wooden flag for several months, but have been too afraid to hang it because I’ll have to put a hole in the wall. Sure, just a small hole or two for either a nail or a screw and anchor, but the sign itself has a bit more weight than your average picture.

Pictures, I can hang, but a heavy sign? The potential for actual damage is high. The thought gives me anxiety.

I Believe in Magic
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I Believe in Magic (and I Hope You Do)

I’ve always been fascinated by magic.

The only item I personally selected for our wedding registry was a magic kit. Sadly, it was one of the few items on our registry that nobody bought. Apparently, I’m alone in feeling that a place isn’t really home without at least a little bit of wonderment somewhere to be found.

Getting Serious About Soup
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Getting Serious About Soup

My biggest goal this winter is to finally get serious about soup. I made a good start at it last year, but this year I’m really trying to dive in and fill my ladle.

I’ve long since banished Mr. Campbell from the cupboard, but I’ve been stuck on Progresso for at least a decade now. Sure, the low sodium route has revolutionized my approach, but it’s time to bring my soup game out of the bargain bin and into the modern age.

Soliloquies from my soul
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Soliloquies from My Soul

The best conversations I’ve ever had have been entirely in my head.

In my head, I always know the right to thing to say. I stand up for every wrong against myself or anyone else and say the smoothest lines that cause women to swoon and men to spontaneously cheer.

The only problem is, these conversations never make it out of my head.