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Unwinding The Ego Thriving at Coffee Bean. 02/02/2020 Love yourself and unwind the pride. By yours truly, Karla. Honestly, my head can be way up my own business most of the time. Any outside factors obliterated in my thought process, and the world becomes easily surrounded by just me, myself, and I.  It's hard to admit I can be self-centered, yes.  But, I blame being consumed by the thought process faster than a jackrabbit. Anything involving a thing, place, or person (which amounts to almost everything) can have my thoughts running for hours.  Sometimes I feel like I go mad. Just overthinking everything and overanalyzing all that seems to be easy for everyone else.  Everything becomes significant and I become small. Just recently, my mother had to be overlooked over at the utmost religious hospital in Orange County. It was a painful week and a week I thought madness had become a defining factor.

Often Human thought c rème brûlée with a cynical milk base. By yours truly, Karla. Often, I think about crossing the dashed lines on the 60 freeway heading home. No signaling of lane shifting at all, just swift dashes from one lane to the other on a busy night.  Often, I want to cry and yell from the top of my lungs by the beach side. Often, the thought of moving out-of-state for a fresh start crosses my mind. I don't share certain thoughts that circulate in my mind. These particular thoughts fall under the umbrella of cynical thinking. Some might say the thought process is a signal of someone going through depression or waves of sadness. In all honesty, I giggle at this assumption. Yes, giggle because part of it is true but the other portion of it is well, just the "benefits" of an over-thinker. Here is the thing, human thought is spontaneous and best believe dark thoughts c

More to Life Than a 9 To 5  How to spontaneously change your life for the better.                                    Uptown Whittier hiking trail, June 14 , 2019 By yours truly, Karla. One... two.... three, let me breathe.  Four... five...six, is this not bliss? Seven...eight...nine, let me shine. Caught in a mental daze, I looked around the rambunctious Glendale middle-class home.  Shadows filled the kitchen and carpet living room floors.  Different hard liquor bottles filled the kitchen countertop, crumbs scattered throughout the long table, and highlighter green solo cups fit like a puzzle on the crowded countertop. "Am I really happy in my life right now?", I repeatedly asked myself.  I knew the answer. No, I am not happy with my life right now.  Chili in a crockpot at the Glendale house party, June 13, 2019. ******

Late night drawing 06.05.2019 Me, Myself, and I  The adult life and the lack of self-care. By yours truly, Karla. Let's be honest, the post college graduation life transitions to an identity crisis. A short, sweet, and condensed mid-life crisis. The conclusion to this statement came at the end of the highly-anticipated graduation ceremony. I had gone to the school's bar, The Nugget before the ceremony with a few of my journalism friends. As I sat across Yesenia, Eddie, and Alec on the bar top table, we all had shared our sentiments of our schooling years. Some of us felt scared about the job opportunities in "The Real World" and the other half of us felt indifferent to the ending of the school days. The rush of alcohol in my body throughout our conversation led to slow reactions and minimal conversation on my behalf. I couldn't help but notice everyone else in the spa