It was Saturday morning. As I came out of sleep I felt adjusted and rested. I blinked my eyes slowly until the red glare receded into three zeros preceded by one. WTF! How could it be 10 AM already? I barely make it to 8 AM most weekends without my eyes automatically popping open. If … Continue reading
I was jogging this morning when I had an epiphany. I hate using the word epiphany. I think it’s a bit dramatic. I had a thought this morning. This is the first time I have ever felt adjusted to adulthood. It has been 12 years (since I graduated college). Later, I looked towards this cup … Continue reading
My eyes shrunk back into their sockets to the size of slits. I tried to sit up straight. I stretched my spine from tip to tip. Surely, a succession of zzzzzs were going to escape from my mouth like some kind of garish cartoon, before my forehead hit the conference table. I didn’t want to … Continue reading
I got inspired by book blogs. After the inspiration welled there was nothing that could stop me from metaphorically running up the stairs like Rocky. I couldn’t just go to the Barnes and Noble at the local shopping mall. Instead, I had to go all the way to Politics and Prose, the book store in … Continue reading
The salesgirl, all of eighteen years old, rushed over to me after I started taking pictures of the paint samples. “You really can’t judge a paint sample with a cell phone picture.” I was feeling like she banned me from the paint aisle with her correction. I put down the paint sample slowly, and made … Continue reading
So…I’m not one to brag but I used to be a track star. When I ran I was in a zone. That zone propelled me past my competitors on light feet. After the first 300 meters I really hit my stride and glided down the last straightaway. The form and coolness in my clenching muscles … Continue reading
I went to the doctor early on the Sunday morning after the holiday party. I was waiting for my prescription to be filled when I decided to take myself out to breakfast. Under the surface I was still feeling bad about what took place at the holiday party. Mike wasn’t returning my calls. I swallowed … Continue reading
My first AA meeting was in a stale smelling room with a scattering of about fifteen people. Samantha pushed me to go after I told her what happened at the holiday party. On Friday she reminded me about the meeting in her Mr. Rogers tone, “Anna, what time is the meeting today?” I wondered if she … Continue reading
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