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The Thread of Appetite and Fear (opens the original)
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Do you ever think about why you like something, or why something is so deeply embedded in your system? Do you ever try to follow the thread from where it is now back to where it started? Can you find the beginning of the thread that means something? Can you follow the loops and the tangles all the way to the source?<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Zg3J!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws
To All the Joshes I’ve Known Before (opens the original)
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36-Year-Old Woman Math (opens the original)
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I now have enough years behind me to identify certain patterns and not nearly enough wisdom to interpret them correctly. Still, the data is there. The sample size is one.The Law of Conservation of Savory and SweetSweet breakfast + savory lunch + sweet treat + savory dinner + dessert = perfect dayCompound InterestIf I have been going to therapy approximately once a week for three years, minus vacations, scheduling conflicts, periods of thinking I had nothing else to learn or fix, and the stretch
My Evil Twin Is a Gym Rat (opens the original)
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One of my alter egos—or my evil twin, as we sometimes refer to the various parts of ourselves in my family—is a gym rat. (Someone saw you doing something weird? That was your evil twin.)<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="1791" src="h
Eleven Years, Many Lives (opens the original)
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It was a Saturday when I walked into the building. You could instantly feel it buzzing with energy and life. I maneuvered around a handful of other people and eventually settled into a clear space to take in my surroundings, survey the crowd.That’s when I spotted him in the corner.He looked shy, nervous, almost as if he were trying to fade into oblivion, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Naturally, this made me want to approach him even more. I wanted to figure him out. Maybe I could be the one
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