HeyJaredDarling Musings by Habi
Thoughtful musings from an old soul who finds happiness in the return to nature. A spokeswoman for the earth that heals and nourishes us with her abundance. A healer who aims to heal all naturally. If that's you too, then welcome to Darling Musings!
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How An Introvert Became A People Person (opens the original)
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I became a people person by accident- well, an intentional sort of accident. Growing up a fake introvert (more on that later), I studied psychology and people heavily. I mean, to the point I probably have a PhD in reading people. After an epiphany at a family party where I was the loudest and funniest person in the room, I realized this is who I am.I am loud, happy, bubbly, and rambunctious. I’m not quiet, shy, or afraid of people. I actually love people. My college essay was on my love for peop
She Did Her Toilette On The Train (opens the original)
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This post contains affiliate links. I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you if you make a purchase through my link. I appreciate you. 😊Stepping out into the humid NYC streets, a breeze hits me as soon as I turn onto an avenue. Past brownstones older than my grandparents, I hop on the train. Thank God for central air conditioning; the humidity with the 80-degree weather was enough to boil me alive.I get a seat as soon as I board; lady luck was on my side today. Per usual, I whip out my
A Type B’s Dream Became My Nightmare (opens the original)
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It was 3 pm on a weekday, and I could all but feel my heart palpitating and the sweat beading on my back as I stepped out into the sunlight. Today was the day; every Type A’s worst nightmare. Today I promised myself I would…even writing this is painful…I would wander around my city with no plan. I would brave the NYC streets and just meander around. My only goal: see more of the city I got to grow up in and hit my 10k step goal.I started my trek through TriBeCa. After some time, the palpitations
How An Instagram Scroll Lead Me To Philosophy (opens the original)
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I was in bed one evening, doing an evening scroll on Instagram as one does after a long day and is looking for a quick dopamine rush. (Not my greatest habit, but alas I am human and I enjoy the things I learn on there.) My sheets rumpled as I rolled around looking for a comfortable position. The lone candle illuminating the space casts long shadows against my wall. My unused candelabra, still filled with leftover wax, looms high on my wall; the stack of books on my vanity is partially illuminate
On My ONE Day Off I Dreamt (opens the original)
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Once every, oh, I don’t know, million years, there’s such a thing that occurs to me that is called a free day, and on this free day I have absolutely nothing to do. So this day I did what one always does on a day they have nothing to do. I did the one thing grandma's call fun, and as someone in my early twenties, there's about 30 other things I should do on a Saturday afternoon.But who’s counting age when they think of grandma activities? I woke up with a fright around 7 am thinking I was late f
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