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  • That time of year again.

    It’s the time of year where trees start shedding their leaves, the days are still warm but the evenings are crisp, apples are in season, and I don’t feel strange drinking red wine in the middle of the day.

    It’s also the time of year that I seem to start eliminating personal baggage. I’m trying to remember a fall season where I didn’t re-evaluate my life, didn’t try to make changes, didn’t turn everything upside-down in an attempt to.. what? Every Autumn I start to doubt all the decisions that I made that year, and by Spring I’ve convinced myself to shed off any insecurities and I am ready to start anew.

    I’ve made drastic career changes. I’ve relocated to far away cities. I’ve started new hobbies. I’ve adopted exotic pets. I’ve purchased vehicles. I’ve changed diet, lifestyle, hairstyle. And I’ve self-destructed relationships. Some good, some not-so-good. This last one, though, this is the “habit” that has started to eat away at me. This is the one I’m here write about.
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