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Transparency

Posted on June 14, 2011

I feel a bit like the wheel on my MacBook, at the office we refer to it as the wheel of death, at home Finley squeals, “It’s workin’, it’s workin’.” I want to believe she’s right, that like that relentless little wheel, I am working. It would be so deeply reassuring to think that I am making forward progress, but I am admittedly getting caught up in some things that don’t seem to be doing anything in the way of moving me from the place that I am. I apologize that I am going to have to dance around the subject, but it is what it is—the is ironically being so much of what I do. I live in a small town, I work…

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Aspiring

Posted on June 7, 2011

I’ve realized something, nothing earth shattering, but it is life-altering. I want to be happy. When I’m walking down the street and contemplating whether to balance on the curb or behave, when I am deciding between taking it seriously or shaking it off, I want the world to see me as happy. I want to feel happy. My resting face…I want a smile, not a grimace. I do not want to be like the woman who passed us on the street. She had on a purple dress with a a yellow moon pattern and what I would describe as car wash flaps along the skirt. It was, to the adult eye, an odd look. Finley caught sight of her from 20 yards and gasped,…

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My Plate

Posted on June 3, 2011

Let me start this right off by saying we all have a lot on our plate(s). Work-at-home, work-outside-the-home, stay-at-home or whatever other qualifier precedes the word mom—or dad/wife/husband/single-lady/bachelor/student whatever. We all have weak spots and strong suits, predisposed genetic traits. Fine. Done. We also have responsibilities. We have to figure things out. It isn’t always easy. Borrowed from Trigger and Freewheel But we soldier on because if we don’t, we never get ahead. You push at work, or in school, you refuse to give up on that water stain in the guest bathroom (do you know about coke?) so the same should be true for your eating habits. The pyramid most of us grew up with was kind of a joke, you didn’t really…

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