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I used to post every day, come rain or shine, good days and bad. There was a time that I was incredibly committed to ensuring that something new was here every day. It wasn't a commitment to you. To the internets. To this blog. It was a commitment
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It was one of those moments where I couldn't be sure if this was a June storm or the coming apocalypse as I hung up the phone. My eyes trained on the edges of the window where the blinds block out the least light as I watched the
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I sat down to watch something last night on hulu but couldn't find anything I wanted to watch. Nothing. Maybe it was my mood. But I was in the mood for some television style distraction so I thought and I thought and I thought and my mind went
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Over the last 5 years that K has been in school (2 year preschool, kindergarten, first grade and now second grade is ending) I have slowly weened her off the pack animal that is mama. When she was in preschool all I could think was "Seriously, she's
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In July of last year a dear friend of mine decided to follow her bliss. Her vision. Her desire in life. She decided to set aside so many other parts of her life and focus on a task that she found important to her soul, and also, to the future
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Years can be such slippery intangible things, as we slide from one to the next. Season to season. Walking through our lives noticing so little of what the last year has held and what the coming years will bring. Except hair wet with rain in Spring. Skin glistening with sweat
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I turned off my laptop before I remembered that I really honestly intended to write a post today. I had one all written up in my head but then I TOTALLY forgot it... That sucks. But you know, I wanted to post SOMETHING. But not just ANYTHING. But my laptop
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Shhh. I'm at WebVisions 2010. Mostly I'm sitting in the audience or the green room being really quiet. You have to be really quite too. Why? Well because if you make too much noise then I'm going to giggle. You're sure to
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There's a routine. A way I do things. Every night before I close my eyes and sleep I turn the ringer off on my phone. Plug it in to charge and curl up on my side to close my eyes and sleep. Except last night. Last night I
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Calm, with little signs of life zipping back and forth and around and around. K chatting at me a million miles a minute. The breeze just brushing the bottoms of my bare feet as I kick them gently behind me, swishing them through the air. Swimming in slow motion while
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There's an internal monologue which plays through my head in the mornings as I go about my tasks. Stick to my schedule. As I wake K from slumber, get her ready for school not so much by doing for her as I used to, but by carefully not