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I hesitated for a long time.
Age is not just a number
it is a roadblock in the mind.
Tag: <span>mind</span>
Time is crawling, not flying as usual. Seven more days! Next Monday at 8 am I will sit or lie in a cold hospital room, talking to doctors and nurses I have never met (and hope to never meet again) because meeting them again would be bad news I suppose. Biopsy!
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Sometimes, it gets too much.
Too much, nothing. Too quiet. Too much reality.
And then, mostly at night
I write new blog posts in my head.
A human hand is TICKLING a fish. A stingray, laying on its back, out of its element.
“My mind is like a little house,
My peers break into.
They rearrange my furniture,
And the cabinets rifle through.
They throw things out;
They put things in,
And erase the writing on the wall,
And by the time that they walk out,
It’s not my mind at all.”
― Margo T. Rose, The Words
My husband is smoke-free since one month as of today. The first two weeks were tough on him; he had his moments, but they never lasted long enough to get the frying pan out.
The daily prompt is asking about my daily ritual, you mean there is something else, than reading blogs like it would be the Holy Grail? I have a ritual, a daily routine that I do, because it balances me. It helps me to be the person I want to be.