Never go grocery shopping when you are hungry,
and,
never make executive decisions in January.
Neither will end well.
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| Hazel |
It took me too long to realize these. I am a slow learner. More trial by fire than contemplation. (Aren't all successful endeavors found through tripping and slipping than skipping?).
It's January. I am melancholy. Or depressed. Tomato/tomatoe.
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| Willow |
It is time for me to look back at the clinic, our progress. Our wins vs. losses. Figure out if the clean slate is a blessing or disguise. Resurrect the little kernel of caring that is the tinder in the passion-driven heart. That heart as too often been my compass. Perhaps it was supposed to be the machine just pushing oxygen and nutrients to the rest. Not the workhorse that was responsible for all that led and followed from it. Maybe I just placed too much expectation on one little organ?
Biology was my favorite course. For all of the many ways people love math. The building an argument to arrive at a finite, firm, answer. Laws that are concrete. Rely on each other. One need met by many steps and a solution.
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| Raffles |
The hardest part was always the separating myself from the equation. Feeling like I was the defining character needed to get to the solution. The camel with all of the straw. The law that cannot be omitted. Gravity. Decay. Death. Eventual loss.
Tomato/tomatoe.
Its January. I will go cut out pink, red, blush hearts. Paint, glue, sequins and make Valentines. February cometh if I can get through today.
Left foot, Right foot. Try to see the good in all that is today. Tomorrow is never promised.
Maybe I am just hungry?
Maybe it's time to go to the grocery store?
Tomato?
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| .... or kittens? |
