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She built a world from tissue boxes.
My daughter always has been a bit of a collector, so exploring the recesses of storage bins, closets, and drawers usually comes with an element of surprise. You never know if you will turn up a tin full of tiny brown acorns, a zippered pouch full of colorful plastic butterflies, long forgotten, or a handful of long dried-out markers tumbled in with an assortment of empty mechanical pencils. Tidying was usually an entertaining enterprise, should you be in the right mindset. I was cleaning the play room earlier this week, and tucked into the space between my daughter’s craft desk and the wall was a pile of square tissue boxes,…
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Better
This morning I did not put my ass in the chair to write my morning pages, and I did not make it to barre class under the dubious excuse that I needed to write. Which I did not, in the end, accomplish, because I was caught up in endless small tasks around the house. (Read: got sucked into Twitter, Facebook, and endless small tasks.) Whenever a day goes astray from the plans I had made, I sit down at the end of the day and reread my notes on my goals for the year, and my page in my journal that talks about my “one word”, which is “re-engage“. And…
