Introspecting at the coffee shop

I tried to go to the library to write this morning, but dammit it doesn’t open until noon on Thursday’s. I should know this because, in the past, I’ve tried to go twice on Thursday mornings with my kids and ran into the same dumb luck.

So instead of getting free library parking downtown I parked in a public lot, which is probably more honest anyway. I was going to sneak out of the library, against policy, to get a bite to eat, move my body, and pick up a new game for my kids at the local toy story. I have a 20% off coupon. The item I want to buy costs $14.99. Saving $3 makes me happy. Plus it’ll pay for the $3 I had to pay to park downtown this morning. Ahhh life, it always seems to have a way of working itself out if you give it enough time.

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Opening up this Spring

I went for a three-mile run this morning after I dropped the kids off at pre-school. It’s the first three miler I have run in months, and boy was it rejuvenating. As it seems, spring is about to officially arrive this week with warmer temperatures. In tandem with the start of a new weather-related season, I am entering a bright, new season in my life — one filled with openness to the world around me, yet not without tentativeness when I think about exposure and vulnerability.

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Blogging 101 wrap-up

Ladies and Gentlemen.

The blogging course I have been taking through WordPress at The Daily Post through Blogging University called Blogging 101 is coming to an end this weekend. If all that jargon is not enough to confuse you, just continue following my blog. I am sure there will be more confusing content down the road. Ha!

But seriously, thanks for hanging in there with me to my non-blogging audience during this venture. And welcome to the new readers that I connected with in the course, like my new funny friend James Proclaims!

That’s probably been the richest part of the experience for me — reading, relating, laughing, and learning from other bloggers. Plus all the amazing articles and resources provided with each assignment.

I am inspired.

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I may be a hoarder and I know it

This is a little hard to admit, but I think I might be a hoarder.

But not the heaps and piles of unorganized clothes, broken electronics, dusty furniture, dirty dishes, and garbage that is so out of control that I wouldn’t know if a dead cat was somewhere underneath kind.

No, not that kind.

I’d like to classify myself as a hoarder of paper.

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