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As summer nears its seasonal end and fall slowly moves in, I find myself reflecting on the changing tides of my own life, and in this moment, I'm grateful, but perplexed. I'm content, yet I feel something missing. My life is so full of good things, yet I find myself reaching for more. Ever been in this dichotomous place? I am cognizant of some absent pieces in my life, yet I love the space in which I exist. I live in sunny, Southern California with my best friend, who happens to also be my husband. Our roommates consist of Lilo and Stitch (pictured) and their lazy, selfish, arrogant ways keep me laughing. I work hard, usually seven days a week (Don't judge me, I'm working on finding balance), but I play too. I feel joy when I see my husband (or our cats) walk into a room, but as recently as yesterday, I found myself sobbing on the floor (a grueling pilates workout might have been involved) without a firm grasp on why. The pain from the exe...
