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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: June 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Tuesday, June 29, 2010. Summer Days, Drifting Away. During that summer of '97 I attended my first New York cattle call for Grease. Tuesday, June 22, 2010. I have learned to accept the taste of bitterness and so now eat more kale. And brown rice. Watercress and artichoke leaves. I still don’t speak the language of letting go but I do finally understand the true meaning of the word. Tuesday, June 15, 2010.
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: Ode to Structure
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Friday, September 10, 2010. Courtesy of Manhattan User's Guide. Who has been posting this every anniversary for more years than I can count (and also, Sexton, of course). Riding the Elevator into the Sky. By Anne Sexton (1975). As the fireman said:. Don't book a room over the fifth floor. In any hotel in New York. They have ladders that will reach further. But no one will climb them. The fifth floor,.
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: July 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Tuesday, July 27, 2010. Monday, July 26, 2010. Shopping for a Dream. Hello, may I help you? No thanks, I'm just browsing. Are you looking for anything in particular? Well, dreams, if you must know. Oh, we have many fine dreams. Have you ever owned one before? Do you get repeat purchases? First I'll need to know if you're interested in a complete dream or just some detail work. Those don't seem like me.
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: April 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Wednesday, April 21, 2010. Tis a Quiet Thing, Ain't It? It's not the destination, it's the journey". 80% of success is just showing up". Want it and it will be". Just do it" (whoops, where'd this one come from? And then, naturally, those good old best laid plans pulled themselves up and re-laid themselves elsewhere (isn't that the cliche? Five furious days later, today, I took it to the post office mys...
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: March 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Monday, March 22, 2010. What Color is Your Bulletin Board? My office is moving. Yes, yes, I'm moving with it but we'll get back to that. Today I removed from my bulletin board:. 3) A mass card from a funeral I attended just after September 11th. He was only 26. 4) A fortune cookie fortune that reads: "A new voyage will fill your life with untold memories." It had no idea. When I look at the remains of ...
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: November 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Monday, November 8, 2010. D) vacation request forms. E) a break room. G) dinner at 11:00 pm. I) a bathroom key. J) hours and hours and hours. K) being crap at something. N) a dress code. P) a new commute. Z) me, new at something, striving. Here's to five humbling weeks. And to everything I still don't know. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Minor Obsessions of the Week. Sands through the hourglass.
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: August 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Tuesday, August 24, 2010. Tuesday morning, nine am: the morning after going in about a job. Halfway through $2.75 worth of iced dark roast. The shop owner picks the ice by hand. From a block in his dark supply closet. That'll be the first to go. Little luxuries. Hand-picked ice and shoes made from real fabric. I'll never give up classic folk, though:. I'm empty and aching and I don't know why. At this ...
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: December 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Thursday, December 30, 2010. As of yesterday, this blog is three years old. Happy it. Oh, sacred white square: I have feared visiting. See, there's so much to say. I've been thinking of shutting you down, packing you up in a hat box to display on the shelf in my bedroom closet. Here lies all the pretty things. I don't care. Hey, I can wear crew socks and search my cable listings for.
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: May 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Thursday, May 13, 2010. Ode to Jim (Or, What Do I Have to Do to Get a Decent Rock Star Around Here? I caught the Doors doc. When You Are Strange". On American Masters last night and went to bed dreaming of. This is a lament, really. Man, they don't make 'em like they used to. Where are the self-styled rockers who can pull of a concho belt? Yeah, those are my boys. And the band, my. Sure, I've loved many.
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MY CHRYSALIS YEAR: January 2010
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A blog about change. One woman reinventing herself in the gray, glass jungle. View my complete profile. Thursday, January 21, 2010. Age is Just a Number. Literally. I've made no secret of the fact that I'm consumed with thoughts of time, or more accurately, with thoughts of how little I fear I have left of it. I wonder endlessly about the origin of this obsession. Could it be my harried urban lifestyle? My checkered, thrill-seeking past? Is it because our friends are having second babies? I wasn't thinki...
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