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“ …the wound is the only route to the gift.” To whom it may concern, This is about you- it’s not about me. That being said, I want to share a bit of my story so you know you’re not alone, and that I understand how hard it is. A while ago I wrote a blog that I never published ( surprising …I have over a hundred of those), it was about pain. It was going to be great, but I never got around to sharing it. Sometimes I would rather not share them, if I’m honest. Let me continue on

I feel like so often we wait too long to be nostalgic. As I walked into Starbucks across the street from my university on the last official Tuesday of my undergraduate career, I felt nostalgic. Nostalgic for all the many, many times I’ve walked here to order my favorite drink (matcha latte), or a pumpkin spice in the fall, or even a chestnut praline during exams. I reminisce of going to Starbucks early, before work and school, to take pictures for my first official pdf sale.

Recently, I've been reading (more like listening) to one of the most amazing books. You're going to hear me talk about it probably a...