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Late night with my thoughts
Night falls late in my home, My body droops and I sigh So much running through my head As another day goes by I wonder if I forgot To cross my i’s and dot my t’s And wonder if I remembered To give enough thanks and please Another month is ending, Another week almost through…
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The catch up day
So today was my deliciously unexpected half day of work. Like most things I do, it didn’t go exactly to plan. Morning ran into lunch, then lunch ran into a meeting which turned out to be so enjoyable That we ran late (what? I know!) So by the time I got to my free time,…
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The thrill of the list
I’m positively giddy. Thinking about next week makes me smile. I’m not sure how or when I did it but I actually scheduled some time off and for the first time in forever, I FORGOT to fill it up! It must have been a week I mentally skipped, but now I have time to get…
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The not so long day
Another long day, in truth, the one I’ve worried about all week. Knowing that I’d have a full day at work and not get home until an hour after my bedtime filled me with dread. I’ve always been the kid who looked forward to bedtime, sometimes more than the actual fun event that preceded it.…
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Making a molehill
I looked at my schedule for the week with a groan. It seemed at first glance to be an insurmountable journey, the Mount Everest Of responsibilities. I closed my eyes and shook my head, unable to comprehend that I would be able to get through it. Then I sighed, and broke it down, one thing…
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The eve of destruction
The song, The Eve of Destruction, came on while I was eating supper tonight, and it stuck a nerve in a way it normally wouldn’t have. The news seems to be filled, everyday now, with stories of murder or suicide, countries ravaged by war or the latest, most heartrending event- children who are being forcibly…
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A fork in the map
Today is the first day I’ve written in my journal in over a week. I’ve thought about writing in it every day in passing, but other obligations kept intruding, and I packed the thought away, “for later” And now tonight, I open the blank pages and stare at June the 4th, the last time I’ve…
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Giants
I didn’t write yesterday. I thought about it, at least once an hour or so. But then instead, I found myself living, laughing and crying at talks given by insightful, amazing women with so much to share, Such wisdom and such humour. I’ve always thought that wit is something you can’t fake. You can study…
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Chalk in the wind
Some days work feels Like chalk in my hand Watching lives Blow away like sand I wonder sometimes If what I do changes fate Watching so many Become Mr or Mrs ‘the late’ Does it make a difference? Does it change things at all? When one of us is born, Another seems to fall I…
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Mommy guilt
Why does everything take longer than you think it will? Last minute packing always extends past the slated hour into another place altogether, where you begin to get nervous about not getting everything done. And then miraculously, it’s finished. Just in time to worry about what everyone will do without me. I know, logically, that…