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Yucky!

The weather outside is just the way I like it. Gray. Dark. Drizzly. It's kind of the way I've been feeling lately, and that's okay.

I was musing just a few days ago about how much we complain about the rollercoaster of life. We always seem to be either up or down. And yet, isn't that what life really is? We're either up or down or somewhere in between. And that's okay because wherever we are, there's a purpose.

So there must be some poetry or essays buried within my soul right now. I woke up yesterday with the wonder that goes along with not going to work. (Even though it was for a dentist appointment). In that wonder, I sat at my computer and wrote the beginning of two essays that I will be sharing soon and read The Federalist No. 10. It felt so liberating to surround myself with words, and I know I've missed that.

Sigh.

I chopped off my hair yesterday. And my coloring fiasco is mostly repaired. I feel free-er.

And it's pay day.
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Christy said…
I'm so glad to hear that you're writing. No matter what your emotional state, I think it's a balancing practice.
Also.....pictures of the hair chop would be nice :)
I've missed you here!
7:15 PM
Rebecca Jeffries-Hyman said…
Love the words, A. You are right. Life's roller coaster is to be enjoyed, the ups AND the downs.
8:23 PM
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