putterings
“behind the enforced busy work,
so necessary to keep the disquiet of an unfulfilled life at bay;
beyond the many and minute tasks,
the mundane repetitions that if necessary
can fill every waking hour and minute,
there is, bubbling up from underneath;
the knowledge that there could be more…”
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getting your photo taken
“…The screen saver on my computer is set to the photograph file. When the computer is at rest, it plays a montage of all the pictures I’ve taken and uploaded, ever. What a wonderful thing that is.
I get to see pictures of my children when they were young, of my parents when they were young too. I revisit vacations and school concerts and birthday parties. I see funny moments, and serious ones, and tender ones too.
Sometimes, I just sit at the desk and watch my life roll by.
I’m not in it very much…”
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i don’t want to work out
“I’ve been having conversations with my eating disorder. They haven’t been great ones – I’ve not been enjoying them. This is mostly because my eating disorder is not a great conversationalist. She doesn’t dialogue well; she’s rude, aggressive, intolerant, and kind of mean.
She’s up in arms because I haven’t been exercising. I’ve done nothing for five days…”
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200 posts – thank you.
“I had a look at the stats page on my blog the other morning; something I almost never do. I try not to be invested in results. I write because I feel compelled to, because it helps me, because it might help someone else, and because it lets me connect with interesting people. I don’t want to grow angst-ridden about market share.
The timing of the peek was serendipitous. The post counter has me at one-hundred and ninety-nine posts, making this number two-hundred.
I feel compelled to created something spectacular, yet, remain stymied over what to say.
I wasn’t going to write today…”
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