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I Lift Heavy So My Past Can’t Catch Me
An alarm goes off. Not a dramatic one. Not a cinematic one. Just a regular, rude little sound that says it’s time. I get up. Bathroom. Gym clothes. Same motions, every morning. Muscle memory, but deeper, like my body remembers before my mind does. I pack my little bag the way someone packs a life…
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Where the Story Finally Rests
This isn’t a resolution. It’s the scene after the rain, the one where the sky is still gray, but the light has softened and everything smells like possibility. For a long time, I thought love had to be loud to be real. That if it wasn’t urgent or aching or on the verge of collapse,…
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When I Talk About My Life, I Want It to Be Whimsical
When I talk about my life, I want it to sound like a fairytale told by someone who has bled on every page and still chose wonder anyway. I want whimsy not because it’s cute, but because it is earned. Because joy tastes different when you have survived starvation of the soul. Because gratitude is…
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Speak With Purpose: The Quiet Power of Words That Outlive Us
The messages started coming in one by one, and I sat there in complete disbelief. The question kept repeating itself in different forms: How could someone I looked to for clarity, joy, and grounding suddenly be gone from this planet? I didn’t know him personally, not really. We existed in that modern, gentle orbit where…
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Falling in Love With Myself While the Past Tries to Steal the Scene
Maybe this is too much to say out loud, or maybe it’s exactly enough. I keep writing because if I don’t, the questions circle me like unfinished conversations. What am I meant to learn from this life? What am I processing, and what am I mistaking for truth because it sounds familiar? Who am I…
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Obviously This Is Just a Normal Drive and Not the Climactic Scene Where the Girl Finally Gets It Together
We’re in the car. Not a car, the car. The one carrying two people who somehow loved each other, lost each other, and then politely decided to try again like emotionally responsible adults who absolutely did not read the manual. My husband is driving. We’re talking about the future in that half-serious, half-terrified way where…
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This Has Been a Goddamn Christmas Miracle If I Say So
Running into this week, it was hard not to spiral over everything I didn’t get to. I couldn’t bake cookies with my kids. I couldn’t finish shopping before the weekend. The tree hadn’t even been picked up yet. I was eternally behind. And just when I thought I was finding my footing again, someone who…
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I Fell Flat on My Face Yesterday and That’s When Reality Glitched
I fell flat on my face yesterday in a way that should’ve hurt my entire body. The kind of fall that knocks the breath out of you, leaves bruises you’ll find days later, and demands a moment of silence from the universe. But I felt nothing. No pain. No fear. No embarrassment. I just erupted…
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God Isn’t the Question, Action Is
The internet is once again debating whether God is real, and while that conversation may drive clicks, it avoids the issue that actually impacts society. The existence of God has never been the determining factor in whether communities thrive or suffer. What does matter is how theology is applied in real life, socially, politically, economically,…
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2025: A Year I’m Grateful I Lived
2025 didn’t ask me to become louder or harder or more certain. It asked me to become gentler with myself and more honest. Believing in myself this year wasn’t a dramatic declaration. It was a series of quiet choices made in real time. Choices to listen when my body spoke. To trust what felt steady…
Kate Didd 