HeyJaredheart on paper
diary entries guided by faith, a little chaos, and written by heart.
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september went too fast (opens the original)
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Does anyone else feel like September just… happened? Because I can’t believe it’s almost over. In my mind, it’s still somewhere in the middle.September always feels special to me.The beginning of fall.My birthday.That first little feeling that something is changing. A new beginning, almost. And then… October. Already???I feel like I missed something. Not because we didn’t do anything, but because we did too much...Appointments.Karate.Soccer.Swimming.Things for the kids.Things for the house.Where
i get to get older (opens the original)
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Birthdays are weird.It’s just another day reminding you how old you are. People who love you reach out, you feel especially loved for a day, and then tomorrow comes and life continues like it always does. But, instead of thinking so much about getting older, I kept thinking about the fact that I get to get older.I get another year of this life God has given me… to experience more, learn more, mess up, try again, love my family, watch my children grow, and more. I met up with a friend for brunch
i fell asleep reading your handwritten letter (opens the original)
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Those were the good old days, waiting for a letter to arrive. Checking the mailbox even though I knew I had already checked it. That little feeling of anticipation, knowing something from you was making its way to me. I’m glad I got to live in a world where letters still meant something. Where someone sat down, picked up a pen, and thought about you long enough to fill a page. Your letters meant the world to me. I could hear you in them still. You’d tell me about your days, your week, the people
what i hoped for (opens the original)
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Sometimes it can be so hard to let go of people who hurt you. For me, I think it’s because, in spite of everything, I can still see a glimpse of good in someone. Some people might call that weakness, I call it strength. I know that deep inside, someone has the potential to be good, to be genuinely kind. They have it in them. Maybe they were told otherwise, maybe they were once hurt before and so I sympathize with that. That’s not to say we don’t have bad people walking among us, people who would
I’m Still Scared, I’m Just Not Staying Here (opens the original)
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I wasn’t going to write this week. I’m so tired, so sleep deprived it’s not even funny, but I fake it pretty well. I mean, I don’t even have ideas to write about. Nothing. Nada. Life feels exciting and mundane at the same time. I just feel all over the place, to put it in simple terms. And then I saw this prompt somewhere... I wrote it down, ignored it, and came back to it recently. It asked what I was ready to let go of. The first thing I thought was, a lottt. But let me not get ahead of myself
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