Archive for November, 2007

Little Knives

As we all know, this whole starting over thing is a process. There will be good days and not-so-good days, there will be triumphs large and small, I will forget my pains over ever-lengthening stretches of time, I will have new people and experiences to occupy my thoughts.
I’d love to be able to talk [...]

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Endless amounts of graditude

I’ve landed in a soft place. I am surrounded by loving people, family and friends. Tomorrow we’ll gather around a beautiful table and eat a feast. We’ll talk through flower arrangements, over plates piled high. We’ll lay around, fat and lazy, but thankful. We’ll salute the chef and do the dishes.
I got a paycheck [...]

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The Journey: The Profound in the Mundane

When I finally crossed over into Georgia, a little happy dance went off in my brain. I, however, just held tight to the steering wheel and promised to celebrate later.
I thought I might cry at the sight of my exit, I got all teary and choked up. But decided that would be a bad time [...]

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The Journey – Chapter 3

I did less driving and more smiling today. I slept really well in my enormous bed surrounded by masses of pillows. I woke up to the alarm I set on my phone, and even though it was early, I still couldn’t get back to sleep.
I had a disturbing dream about poop. If Dave were [...]

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The Journey – Chapter 2

From all outward appearances, I think I kept it together quite well today. But my palms still sweated furiously throughout the day, no matter how many times I took deep, cleansing breaths.
Although, the ride today was absolutely gorgeous. Once I got on 85, the 5 lanes turned into 2, and dazzling trees towered over [...]

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The Journey – Chapter 1

They say the hardest part is taking that first step. I agree. Today was hard.
I began to sweat just thinking about the trip, the process of zipping up my suitcase, putting away my laptop and unplugging my phone seemed to go by in slow motion.
I began to stall. I had to pee every thirty [...]

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