dailyprompt
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Oh, this one’s a cinch—let’s roll through it. Ever? Jesus. Strolled across water, turned H2O into happy hour, and owned it like a boss. All human, all God—confidence dialed to eleven. (We’ll table that divine chat for another day—maybe over nachos.) In history? Alexander the Great. Dude didn’t just call himself “The Great”—he lived it.
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Negative thoughts? Oh, they’re like that one a-hole ex who won’t stop texting you—just lurking in the back of your brain, ready to pop up and ruin your vibe at the worst possible moment. Research says you need three positive hits to cancel out one of those soul-sucking negatives, but in relationships? Buckle up, buttercup,
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There are sanctuaries where I lose myself, where the world blurs into a soft hum and I am untethered, free. Writing and reading, of course, are the steady flames—ink spilling like a river over the page, words unfurling like petals in my mind. But there is another, a wilder refuge: running. It’s a solitary dance,
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What movie or TV series have I watched more than five times? There are likely a few contenders, but one stands above the rest: Chariots of Fire. This film entered my life in the 1980s, a golden era when I was in the prime of my youth—running track and cross country, chasing fleeting romances, and
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Are you superstitious? When a black cat sashayed by my tread,I smashed a ladder—and a mirror—dead,Cracked my mum’s back, oh heck,Seven years’ curse on my neck,Tossed my luck, now I’m jinxed in my bed!
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When someone asks, “What animal are you?” my brain instantly fires off a zoo’s worth of options. Cheetah? Fast and flashy—tempting. Owl? Wise and mysterious—sure, I’ll take it. Elephant? Big, strong, and unforgettable—why not? Even a hippo crossed my mind (don’t judge, those chompers are no joke). But then I paused mid-thought—hold up, my diet’s
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Daily Prompt: A Letter to My Hundred-Year-Old Self Dearest Me, Happy Birthday! Today, you turn 100—a century of breaths, heartbeats, and steps guided by a hand greater than our own. As I sit here, almost 50 years behind you on March 10, 2025, I can only marvel at the life we’ve lived. Half a century
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So, where would I go on a shopping spree? Buckle up, because this might shock you. I’m a sucker for REI—give me hiking gear and tools any day—but deep down? I’m a mushy romantic. Yeah, I know, wild plot twist! If my employees or subcontractors caught wind of this, they’d choke on their energy drinks
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that love endures, even when you don’t tend to it as closely as you should The last thing I’ve learned—truly learned, in a way that settles into your bones and rearranges the way you see the world—came to me just last night, over a quiet dinner with my sister. It was one of those moments
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What’s the one question I hate being asked? The last one I just answered. Seriously—were you even listening? I just laid it all out, and here we are again, round two. As a business owner, I’m used to fielding questions—nonstop, all day, every day. The buck, the puck, the rubber duck, whatever you’re tossing my
BB Grey--musings 