Why Change Is Hard

Defining Yellow

The reason people don’t change is pretty simple. We don’t want to do hard things, we say we want to change, but we don’t want to be uncomfortable. Why would you choose to be uncomfortable when you can just stay the same?
We might work so hard on something until we finally make some progress that we’re happy with and then we become complacent. We don’t want to be uncomfortable anymore. How do we find a middle ground between being uncomfortable and being happy at where we are now? Wouldn’t it be so much nicer if you actually wanted to be uncomfortable? I mean, we can do that. It sounds crazy and it’s much easier said than done I know, but stay with me.

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Blooming Flower

Sarah Doughty

“The first kiss is both magical
and exhilarating at the same time.”

Isn’t it amazing how love happens? It’s like a flower blooming for the first time. You never really notice it until the petals begin to open and the colors become more vibrant with each passing moment. And in the morning, that moment, when the sun glints off the dew clinging there, a rainbow of colors light up the world for the first time. That is when the first kiss happens. It is both magical and exhilarating at the same time.

© Sarah Doughty

Isn’t it amazing
how love happens?

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Happy or sad?


Happy or sad?

Image result for girl in multi-colored dress by the sea artwork

Pretty poet asked,
Monterey dark poet,
are you drinking by the sea tonight?

He looked at her pretty face and
he whispered.

The sea is kind,
always near me now.
Never forsaken me.
She sing me the songs of the sea.

Verses sweet, verses bitter.
Happy or sad,
the sea remembered us.

She laughed at his words and she told him.

“Mercy be, mercy not,
we become colder and we become older.

Once pretty girl loved the ghostly poet and
she watched him dance with the sea from afar.
She wondered was he drowning in madness and she knew.
She held her madness too.

She made plan for a midnight rendezvous,
she brought Irish whiskey and a song to share.

She wrote her multi-colored dress,
hoping to bewitch his heart.

She would ask him,
how did you die?”

The poet of the sea smiled and he told…

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