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Golden
I feel so complete today. Overwhelmed with joy, Full of gratitude. The circle of life In the world around me. The sun on golden trees, Scent of fall in the air My child’s soft curls On my shoulder, Warm in the late afternoon. My love beside me, As perfect as at the beginning. My creation…
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The Centre of the Universe
I watch my little one, So sure of his importance, He’s genuinely confused when he doesn’t get his way, Disbelief filling his face when he hears a solid no. My little planet, thinking he’s a sun, everything should revolve around him. He’s starting to realize life isn’t what he thinks it should be, a hard…
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Pamper
I very much enjoyed today. It was a beautiful Sunday, although it started out colder than I was prepared for, so I chose to do my run inside in the treadmill. I listened to freakonomics, a podcast I just found last week, and found myself motivated to become amazing at something, anything really, as I have…
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Age is irrelevant
So tired. It’s only nine o’clock, but the week has been long. In between meetings and obligations, I’m not sure how I did it all. Saturday night now, and I want to sleep after the day, week, month I’ve had. I remember when nine was when you started getting ready to go out on Saturday, as…
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Sail away
It’s a tired day today. Nothing wrong, no giant stressors, but tired, weary in my bones. I’ve caught myself dreaming of a real vacation today in a way that I haven’t for awhile. It feels like the last time I was free was forever ago, and I’m not sure how to get there anymore. How do…
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The birthday party
The day before my middle child’s birthday was a busy one. All of the preparations that go into normal life milestones unfolded in quick succession. First, we waved our goodbyes to friends who’d been staying with us, envious of their week venture into the Rockies in Bob, the RV. A trip that we most likely…
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Recreate
Sometimes you have to start fresh, explore what you want from the world. Get away, and see the world through new eyes, as though each thing you encounter is unknown. When things get stale and your groove becomes a rut which becomes a hole, It’s time to start climbing until you can see daylight again.…
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Warmth on a cold day
Thursday. What to write on such a normal day? It’s a thorny problem that sometimes plagues me on the journey to write daily. What to do when the inspiration doesn’t move me? When I can’t think of anything new or exciting? Go back to the beginning. It was a good day. I finished proof reading…