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Fall memories
September is here. Today I saw pumpkin spice lattes for sale again, a sure sign that fall is coming. I walked out of work to step on the familiar crunch of yellowed leaves, curled and wrinkled on the sidewalk, and felt a strange happiness suffuse my soul. I texted my mother, and our conversation turned…
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August 31st
Another milestone, left behind in my rear view mirror. I watched as it passed without fanfare or excitement, Another day in a string of days, the last day of another month. I dressed with the weight of change on my shoulders, pressing down slightly, asking if I knew what I was doing. I brushed it…
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Pinterest isn’t my wheelhouse
I’m tired today. Another Monday, and I found myself sitting in the car for a few minutes on both ends of work- When I got there to psych myself up, and then when I got home, to breathe. I knew on the other side of the door my family waited, but I was so tired…
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Fight Night
I wonder what kind of drive it takes to want to be the best of the best. I like to make a decent showing, But I haven’t ever felt the need to be number one, as long as I’m not the last in line. Watching the fight tonight brought back the question, What kind of…
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Silent Goodbye
I woke up this morning, within minutes feeling anxiety lodge in my chest. It was a deep discomfort, like I was forgetting something, The tightness moved in to stay, deciding to inhabit the area around my heart. I’ve had this same sensation a handful of times, and now know what it means, although I wish…
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Sunday night blues
It’s a strange feeling that has taken over me as I sit and look out my window. I watch in a trance as the neighbour over the fence mows their lawn. I’m not at all interested, but my eyes have welded to the spot while I contemplate this strange sensation. It’s almost like I’m a…
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The Dog Days of Summer
It’s been a busy summer. Sometimes, I wonder how my brain remembers half of what I need to do. I started a bullet journal this week, hoping it will help me keep my life in order. I spent an hour on it the first day, and haven’t looked at it much in the last two…
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Days of Gold
Every week I go in, checking on them as I do my rounds. Ensuring no one needs anything, and if they do, that they receive as much care as I can give. Some days are rough, though not because of illness, but because of the memory of health The heartbreak comes in the moments of…
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The seven year itch
I remember growing up how limited television was. We had three channels, four if you included the French one, which somehow we never did. I used to love the movies that came on during Sunday afternoons. I think they were on CBC, and they stuck with me. They were foreign lands in black and white, …
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Slippery thinking
Some days my mind is too small for all my thoughts, Struggling to hold them inside such a small box I try to grab hold of them, but they wriggle away, Like a hand full of minnows who just want to play The moment I capture one, it smiles and gives me a wink Then…