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When it happened I knew it would never be the same. We were not friends, just a group of older ladies who liked walking and hiking. We met once or twice a month and explored different areas together. Summer or winter, sunshine or snow, we enjoyed nature.
I had packed a small kid-size suitcase with my pajamas and Dusie. Her real name was Susie, but it seems I had problems with the “S” as a child, so I had renamed my doll. I wore my red winter coat, black shiny summer shoes even though it was cold outside and my favorite dress, that’s all I took with me, and of course, my school backpack.
Dear Procrastination,
It’s not that I don’t like you, I actually do. You have been with me all my life and I got used to you, you were always around.
We did last minute homework in the bathroom before school and we pulled all-night shifts when I got older. I always loved our little Deadline game, when we circled around my project for days until we finally found the perfect “last minute,” to start on it. There is no denying, you have kept me on my toes and you have kept me in shape.