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Unsupervised.
My word of the year is becoming. Admittedly, I’ve not held it as much to the front of my days as I could- but before I post I often think “now what was my word again?” And that is enough to keep it there somewhere. Part of my year of…
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I am unkept. And I am her.
It occurred to me, and I don’t know why it took until tonight, that I have no keeper. There is no one that is in my home that I answer to, ever. No one to keep me from a full week of cereal for dinner. Not a soul who bothers…
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Ready for Rage
I get that given my whole thing here is “Mitzi is Happy” this post might seem to contradict it. It doesn’t. I’m ready. I’m ready to be outraged and let it fuel me for a little bit, or as long as it needs to stay. I’m happy at my core,…
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Healing can come on just as fast as trauma, or take as long to get as it can take for trauma to build.
I don’t really have a place to put this experience that I’ve been through, so I’m putting it here. I’ve been doing some heavy self-work for awhile. The details of that don’t really matter. What does matter is that I’ve recently experienced something that I had all but lost hope…
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Let your lessons be your legacy
www.instagram.com/reel/Cj0oNyCsPJ7/ Somehow I have become a Swifty in the last few years. I like what she says about writing and telling your story. Legacy is something that has been on my mind as a 40 something woman with no children. There’s not really anyone I have lined up to leave…
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On Becoming after unbecoming
As I talked about in a different post, I’ve spent a few years unbecoming the layers of me that I have been wearing that really aren’t me at all. A lot of the this came out of simply putting myself last. I found myself in a place where I cared…
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Today I got back on the treadmill.
I’ve always thought that divorce would be more fun if on signing day you received a divorcery kit that consisted of running shoes and bourbon.
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Why I love this picture
I named this blog the way that I did because being happy is something that I had lost comfort with. This blog is a statement of courage in admitting my happiness, as strange as that may sound for some. I hadn’t imagined that I would be on my own at…
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I should be at least a little embarrassed…and I’m not at all.
This iron makes me giggle. It’s the first iron that I’ve owned for three years. When I was going through my separation then divorce and bought my house I left our expensive iron behind. My ex liked to iron, and in my state of not being able to comprehend that…
Mitzi’s Happy 