Dear Karma, I don’t actually think you are a little b****. You do have a hilarious way of proving you are the one that wears the pants in our relationship though. I would really love it if you could just be 100% on my side for the foreseeable future. Love, Bry.
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Lying destroys people. These lies destroyed me. The worst part about it is that I started to question myself.
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While listening to the playlist, I got sad, angry, happy, hopeful, vindictive, etc. The amount of emotions that came through depending on the song were so real! Granted I had almost no sleep and lots of wine after eating just overnight oats and a wimpy salad all day so I may have been more emotionally charged than normal. But still! The stories that are told through these lyrics are just incredible.
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Let me just start this blog off by saying that this has nothing to do with the men in Boston. This is everything that has to do with me and the work that I have done on myself in the last few years (minus some months). I shouldn’t have even titled it “Part 2”. #sorrynotsorry
Is sharing this scary?! I think yes. But being open to new things taught me that having a community around you makes going through things a little bit easier.
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It took a few new friends, an old acquaintance, some beer, and the sound of waves from the ocean to make me FINALLY realize that I am good enough.
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The Wednesday before I left on a Saturday morning for 10 days, I was brought into the conference room at work by my boss and the CFO.
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What really baffles me is that everywhere I go in this city still has me in awe. I don’t know why but it is one of those things that happens when I travel.
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With any change, there is this period of adjustment – some are very simple and some take a much longer. Moving to Brighton was definitely one of those periods that took longer than I expected.
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The Nicest Masshole goes very personal. Ladies – and possibly gents – this is a post for the ages. And one that I am sure MANY of you will be able to relate to.
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When I first moved to Boston (and even now) I get asked the same question over and over. And by over and over I mean that someone has asked me this question at least once a week since the move. “You’re not from here are you?” “Nope” “Where are you from?” “Minnesota! Moved here in…
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