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by elyse hughes

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Oct 27

"I never want to go to sleep," she gasped with wide-eyed enthusiasm. It was like her whole being expanded, full to the brim with life. "I just have so much I want to do before I die." She was at
elysehughes
Oct 20

Every once in a while me + The P.I.C. allocate a little cash to give away. It's an extension of our "Happy Money" practice--feeling thankful for everything down to pennies that cross our path, and in
elysehughes
Oct 13

I felt stressed when I let the dishes accumulate to the point of not being able to see the sink's stainless steel bottom. Or when I left projects unfinished. Laundry, unfolded. Wispy nebulas of dust a
elysehughes
Feb 27

It's a rare day in Vegas when I can see my breath billowing out in clouds of perspiration and the mountains are made invisible by a solid sheet of white. The sky is wrapped in a fleece blanket. Spatte
elysehughes
Jan 27

I used to think productivity was packing every spare moment with self-development. Ceaselessly producing, networking, making, generating. Writing a daily list so long I felt rushed before I even start
elysehughes
Jan 9

You're in a relationship when you show up with ALL of youself: The Good. The Bad. And The Heinously Ugly. When your partner does the same. And you love each other obscenely, impractically and resilien
elysehughes
Dec 4, 2018

Fulfillment is a free flowing state that can be tapped at any time. Instead of bucking life's current, get still enough to feel what's already there. Soaking and spongeing. Then emanating. In and a
elysehughes
Jul 25, 2018

There's no difference between small victories and big wins, merely a label of size. Celebrate now. Celebrate then. Relish the in-between.
elysehughes
Jul 22, 2018

It was the second time the seeds wouldn't sprout. "They're a no-go, Babe," he told me over the phone the first time. I'd been away and left care instructions to see them through to proliferation. "I
elysehughes
May 24, 2018

I ran my hands over dreaded hair, thick and formed. A matted reminder of messiness in process. With scraggly offshoots at the ends and the muddy brown of my natural color swallowing the blonde of a dy
elysehughes
Oct 20

I bent up with an "Ooooof!" of pained confusion, only to see my cat's hindquarters fly off the bed. He had readied for launch from the window ledge above my unknowing, slumbering body and catapulted h
elysehughes
Oct 19

The washing machine broke, then my cat threw up. It was one of those days. But did it have to be? I didn't want to plow along on this battered trajectory, halted by each new tiny disaster that ridd
elysehughes
Sep 23

The first words after a long silence are a humungous . . . relief. A smile banana-s my face into a masterpiece of happy wrinkles and I rock with a quiet chuckle at this game I play. Of putting it off.
elysehughes
Feb 17

You are so perfect in all your edginess. I love your flaws. Let's throw tantrums and dance with the skeletons in your closet. Because it doesn't matter now. In my eyes, you are perfect. The m
elysehughes
Jan 16

I'll weasel my way out of most anything that makes me feel genuinely good. Pretty much all of the things easily accessible, totally doable and richly fulfilling - I'll make some flimsy excuse to brush
elysehughes
Dec 21, 2018

SelfLove is taking good care of yourself even when it feels easier not to. Making time for the things that light you up and deeply fulfill you - 86 excuses. Nurturing & Nourishing on the regular - S
elysehughes
Aug 1, 2018

Let's be friends on Facebook so we can tally each other's lives. I'll send you a friend request. You accept. Then we'll be "connected." Maybe I'll ❤️ a pic quote or leave a "😎🏖👏🏼" on your vacati
elysehughes
Jul 22, 2018

He pulled the covers down, exposing his back to the open air. I tugged them up to my chin, with an extra blankie on top for psychological comfort. He was meticulously organized, socks so perfectly st
elysehughes
Jun 11, 2018

June is an enchanting month where I can count four stars from my patio and I question everything about my life. In the dark, quiet hours that are slighly cool and birds chirp past midnight, I take sca
elysehughes
May 24, 2018

The P.I.C. ordered a work-approved pair of sneaks called Saratoga Canvas. They strived to be Vans with a haughtily thick material, simplicity of design and classic-car red dye. But they had been pump
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