Hey there human,

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I've been adding a little bit more creativity back into my life lately. I went on a trip to Philly, took a bunch of pictures of plants, and had an art night with a friend. I feel like the art side of me has been missing, and I'm trying to lean in.

I've also been doing a lot more graphic design work recently, which I've been loving—but ya girl wasn't designed to be stuck on a computer all day, so if computer work is going to be my main source of income, then I have to figure out a better setup.

I'm writing in to say I'm working on a little project for y'all - a course on the 5 steps I use to get myself (and others) to do what we say we're going to do. A lot of times, you'll see posts about just eat breakfast or just have more protein - but they don't go into HOW to actually get yourself to do that. Sure, you can read Atomic Habits and learn about the formation of a habit and everything that goes into that, but reading a book doesn't get you to implementation. You have to actually learn the skills you need to work through all the resistance that comes up when you're trying to implement a new habit or make a change.

Well, this course is going to break it all down, and I'll walk you through it. I'm still finalizing all the details, but I just wanted to plant the seed here.
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On that note - here is a little something I wrote the other day about spatial awareness and being considerate of other people when you're in a public space:

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​To the hair flipper girlies in the club - please stop.

You came in front of me and attempted to occupy the space I was standing in. You brought your 5 friends. You wiggled your body into mine and stepped on my shoes - thinking that I would step out of the way. Your friends leaned on you and laughed, and you all danced wider to take up more space. I held my ground. I could feel my anger creep in, and the close proximity to humans in my personal space making me increasingly anxious. I was no longer having fun - this was now a game of principle.

I was here first. There was plenty of space further up. You could move the fuck up. But you chose to step on me. You chose to push into me without a thought that I am an actual human standing here taking up space. I desperately wished that the gum in my mouth was in my hand so I could wrap it up into your hair. You whipped it back and forth, a layer of protection between me and your body that you had inserted into my space. But I am an adult, courteous and conscious of other people’s space. You kept sliding your hand through your hair and fluffing it into my face. I imagined having one of those gooey light-up rings that everything sticks to, your hair getting caught up in it.

I held my water bottle out in front of me for safety, hand over the top of it, and waited. When your hair got stuck in my fingers, I closed my grip. You danced. The strands of your hair pulled taut, a satisfying yank on your head. You turned and glanced at me. I hastily apologized and let go.

But I am not sorry. You are a trash human. And I hope it hurt.

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Until next time,

Morgan