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SLICE OF LIFE

Clarity can be a culmination of that growth. And that right there brings the potential for infinite and unconditional peace, joy and wonderment.
This column isn’t about what to do with an old phone, it’s about what to do when you have an attachment to an old phone. That is my problem.
I didn’t see it coming — this reliance I have (we have) on our phones. They’re our communication link to the outside world, but that’s only the beginning.
I know you miss me, too, but I also know you are in a good place—a blissful, joyous place where the world’s worries and weights no longer exist.

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Everyday treasures are sitting in plain sight all around us all the time, just waiting for us to take notice. Just waiting for us to remind ourselves, (in the words of David Foster Wallace) “This is water.”
It is all around us. It is ours for the finding and the taking. It is where each of us chooses to see it.
My birthday is approaching and because of the thoughtful gift of the atomic blender, I’m looking forward to being in better shape this year than last. There’s just one birthday gift I can think of that might further enhance my new dietary routine: a method of exercise.
It’s been 17 months. That’s 17 months too many. And it won’t stop anytime soon. I will miss you forever. But in tandem with that, I will continue to live. Because along with having fun, it’s what you want for me.
I’m not sure why these thoughts came to me this morning, but they seemed profound. We all deal with loss and grief. I truly thought the loss of my husband was worse than any divorce could ever be. I’m sorry for that.
Tonight I am feeling thankful. For life. For sunshine. For a good night's sleep. For love that’s here right now and for love that continues on forever. Counting my blessings. I think it’s a good thing to do.

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I’d let them sit for weeks, well, because I had to pay in, and who wants to pay before they have to pay?
Appreciate your chaos.
Grief doesn’t end because love doesn’t end. As long as I love my husband, I will grieve.

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