Life's A Movie

Author: Ryley Siclair

  • The Night Owl’s Work

    The Night Owl’s Work

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    Since turning 27, I’ve been trying to build better habits, but it’s been harder than I expected. I’ve never been a morning person, and I honestly don’t think I’ve ever mastered a real nighttime routine either. Most nights I tell myself I’ll go to bed early, and most mornings I’m annoyed that I didn’t. But…

  • Here, For Now

    Here, For Now

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    It’s a strange thing to want more from a life you already love. Right now, I feel the most confident, happy, and content I’ve probably ever felt. I thought turning 27 would stress me out more than it has, but instead, I feel at peace with the life I’ve made. I’ve surrounded myself with people…

  • Actions Speak, Words Echo

    Actions Speak, Words Echo

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    Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about integrity. We’ve all been there, let down by words that never turned into actions. Promises that floated in the air, only to disappear like smoke. Still, we hold onto them (at least try to) because they meant something, even if only for a moment. And when they’re broken,…

  • Shell Shocked

    Shell Shocked

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    It’s been ten years. Ten years since my life changed forever. You know that your time is limited on this earth, but you never think the day will come until it does. When you’re younger, you always joke about who you hope will go first, but she really meant it. The husbands never outlive their…

  • A Girl’s Best Friend

    A Girl’s Best Friend

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    I wish I could bottle up a feeling. Not the fireworks kind — not adrenaline or heartbreak or euphoria — but the quieter kind. The one you get when your dog looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. It’s not dramatic. It doesn’t need to be. But it’s real. It’s pure. And…

  • Becoming in the In-Between

    Becoming in the In-Between

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    I was listening to what felt like my very own personal podcast—aka a voice memo from one of my best friends from back home. She was responding to a video I sent her, where I admitted I was feeling stressed, overwhelmed, and just… down. You know, the way we all do sometimes. Her response shifted…

  • May

    May

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    May the time come  when you’re least expecting,  like rain on a 75-degree day.  And still we sit on patios even though it gives us goosebumps, just to feel the hope.

  • The Lie of Time

    The Lie of Time

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    We always think we have more time, or maybe that’s just me. Until one day we run out of it. We live in our bubbles, thinking the world can’t touch us until it swallows us whole without warning. There’s always time to ask for that promotion. I’ll just wait one more week to prepare thoroughly.…

  • A Favorite Place

    A Favorite Place

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    The gravel crumbles under the weight of my boot. Dust fills the air, until the wind sweeps it somewhere else. A light breeze rustles the leaves, breaking some free to find a new home on their own. Flies dart in and out of view, always nearby. I can smell the damp grass and the fresh…

  • Sweet Dreams

    Sweet Dreams

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    We all have that one room. The one where when you were a child, you never thought it would change. This room would be forever, even with all the paint jobs and furniture rearrangements. It morphed and grew as you did. A space that holds familiarity and stretches with you. One day lime green coats…