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Daily Dose of Ordinary: This Person I've Become
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Sunday, August 19, 2012. This Person I've Become. My grandfather would have been 90 today. I wonder sometimes what he would think about this person I've become. He hardly could have guessed when I was so small what I might have grown into. Would he be proud regardless? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blank Sheet of Paper. Do You Miss Me, Miss Misery? Sunshine Through The Fog. Play the Paper Game!
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: If nostalgia is a poison
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012. If nostalgia is a poison. Who would have thought - how could anyone have known? That after all these years he would still be in my heart and in my head? A slow poison. But not the kind that kills. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blank Sheet of Paper. Do You Miss Me, Miss Misery? Sunshine Through The Fog. Play the Paper Game!
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: Dunes
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Sunday, September 30, 2012. The laughter echoes in my head when I think about that summer. I hear it over the waves pounding against our nearly naked bodies. I hear it over our feet slapping the sloping sands, over our heavy breathing, the sound of gulls calling to each other in the afternoon. Maybe we spent all our laughter on that one summer and didn't save any for the ones that followed. I told him. Don't. With a grin as he started running up the dune. I watched him, not even trying to chase after.
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: "I don't have to wait for this road to diverge in a wood"
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012. I don't have to wait for this road to diverge in a wood". Home again. (One of them at least). It felt nice for the first few hours, but I feel myself growing restless again. I've been feeling almost desperate lately, which is why I went away this weekend. I'm torn apart by the desire to leave and the instinct to stay. I'm still so young, Long Lost. Why shouldn't I leave? Why shouldn't I reach out and grab hold of adventure and change and a different sort of life? What if we had ...
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: October
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Monday, October 01, 2012. I was thinking this morning, It's October already. It gives me a strange combination of dread and comfort. It's a month that holds one of my saddest memories, but right beside it, one of my most cherished ones. They're linked such that without the sad one, I might never have had the other. And now, years later, I find myself loving them both - bitterly and sweetly. I was thinking this morning about a place called home. I was thinking about forgiveness this morning.
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: The Rules
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Wednesday, October 03, 2012. Everything has an exception. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Blank Sheet of Paper. Do You Miss Me, Miss Misery? Sunshine Through The Fog. Play the Paper Game!
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: The rain, wash away
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Tuesday, October 02, 2012. The rain, wash away. I stared down at my rain boots and thought: This is what I asked for. This is what I wished for. I wished for rain. I stared down at the tops of my boots, the water pooling around them. For a minute I just wanted to melt into the ground, into the rain, and rush down the sidewalks and the streets and down the gutter, wherever that leads. It wasn't a hopeless feeling; it was a tired feeling. Tired of trying so hard. When all I want is to enjoy the rain.
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: The Words
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Wednesday, November 07, 2012. I want him more than I want the words. It's the strangest feeling. - Because the words are always there. Swirling around madly like the glitter in a snow globe. But when I think of him there's a sudden hush. And it's like every piece of glitter settles to the bottom, making momentary peace from chaos. And yet - he is chaotic. But the words. I haven't been able to find them lately. Choose him over the words. I don't want that. Will no longer consume me. Blank Sheet of Paper.
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Daily Dose of Ordinary: 10 Year Anniversary
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Thursday, October 25, 2012. I still think about you. More on this day than any other. I think about pears, too. But that's another letter. I wonder sometimes what goes through your mind on this day. If any part of you relives it, or if you push away the memories, press them down so they can't rise up fully to your consciousness. Did you check your phone today? A nervous habit, every few hours, just in case? It's been three years, but did you wonder if maybe I'd still call? I hate to disappoint you.
