Sheils Writes
Just an 80's girl in a modern world!
Category: Self Care
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“What’s this?” “There’s nothing in this.” he says. “Oh, really?” I say. The box, it’s empty. I could’ve sworn I put all the gifts inside before I tied it up with that big beautiful bow. Oh wait, I did. They aren’t gifts that money can buy. That box is full of memories. Memories of years…
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I had to do some far back thinking for this piece. I wanted to capture just what it felt like to be 20 years old in 1985 on a weeknight. My weeknights now revolve around a cell phone, scrolling through Facebook & Instagram, scrolling again through Facebook & Instagram. This was not what life was…
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I’ve never been a huge traveler, only a small handful of times for work, but mostly for pleasure…but the word “awkward” comes to mind when I travel. I envision myself as the savvy, hip lady, but the reality is so far from that it’s laughable. Always very early, my 1st awkwardness, there’s a sweet spot…
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Looking through some old photos for something inspiring to jump out at me to write about. New York City always comes to mind. So much energy, inspiration, so diverse, or quiet in Central Park, street vendors, smells of hot dogs, pretzels, so many shops. I have plans of going back in November of this year…
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Some changes recently have come with some deep reflection on life as I knew it and life as it moves forward. I may not be alone in this reflection. I wanted to write it out while it was fresh in my mind – then I hope to change to a lighter blog post later in…
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I can’t help but get slightly reflective on aging…an osteoporosis wake-up call, more aches and pains by the minute, slowing down for the most part…but still occasionally, wait for it … rocking out and staying up until 10 pm, yeah, you read that right! 10 pm! So let me combine this Valentines Day/rock & roll…
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The hardest part is doing it. The hardest part is saying I’m going to do it and not doing it. The hardest part is watching my dream disappear. The hardest part is getting started again. The hardest part is looking at a blank screen and having nothing come to me. The hardest part is not…
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So, what is holiday spirit? It’s a feeling I believe. I can’t remember the last time I truly felt the spirit of any holiday – the 2 big ones are coming up and I’m sitting here stumped on what to buy people and that seems like I’m missing the point, yet again. Many years ago,…
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Emotions are really wild – I had planned to write a piece about hurricanes, but it’s flipped and I’m going to go with emotions to start – basically because I’ve felt every emotion possible to a human in the past week due to a hurricane. Today is what would’ve been my Mom & Dad’s 66th…
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