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Mom of Sam
No one can put a statement out quite the way a stubborn five year old can. One minute an angel, the next a small and vicious demon child. I entered a quiet house today, unlocking the door with my delicious rotisserie chicken and Diet Pepsi. (I’m trying to cut back, I swear) The next thing…
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Traffic
My eyes are grainy today, but still somehow find the light. It’s bright and wonderful through the fog. Cars honk, go slowly, pacing with their horses grumbling. They slowly move past the line, reined in by the weather. I feel their longing to bolt, Tied and restrained into a 9-5, somedays I’d like to run…
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Good days work
Another late night, getting through a day full of requirements, self-imposed and otherwise. I unlock the door with the dubious pleasure of being the only one awake, sigh, and do the things I must before calling the day. I go through the motions, tired in body and mind tonight, Only two days into a workweek…
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The rut
I watched as the week flew, On wings of solid steel. Picked me up and dropped me off, And didn’t once ask how I feel I thought I’d have so much more time with which to play. Instead I chose to get stuff done, each and every day. When all I wanted was a room…
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March of the errands
Back to reality, Tap-dancing through my day, Visits to hither and yon, Faxes and refills, mail and paperwork Finally caught up and look at the clock, Time for home and supper, food and stories and dessert, “Strawberries in snow” Kids not yet caught up from the time change. From east and summer, to winter and…
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Gratitude
Today’s word is gratitude. It’s funny, because I think about this concept often. I’d like to say I think about being grateful everyday, but I’m far from a saint. Some days I feel bitter and evil inside, and wish people would just go away and leave me alone. In fact, I still sometimes feel like…
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One clock to rule
My life is a list, one thousand things long, each as important as the next Paralyzed at times with the decision of which item to do first when they all need to get done at once. So, some get done, and more get added. But time runs short, and the list grows, swelling by the…
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Senses
Sometimes we expect too much from ourselves. Push too hard, relax too little. The crusty little general inside barking out more orders than wishes, Not letting you get the rest you need, to heal your tired soul. At times like that you can feel burdened and overwhelmed. That is when it’s time to listen, Breathe.…
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Rat race
This life is an express train Rolling down the track Anytime someone cries They get no money back Tick, tick, tock Time marches on Faster than feelings, until the clock is gone Hyperventilating 101, Chronos doesn’t care. He flips the bird, Lets it fly, up into the air That’s it and thanks a lot, I’d…
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Rest stop
Tuesday is tired day this week. 48 + hours into another busy week, and my energy has stalled out, as though I forgot to fill the gas tank. I’m a cautious person, and have a tendency to fill up at half full, unlike those brave souls that live risky and wait until the needle has been…