But as I reread the emergency alert, I wish for one half of one second that we had curtains. And I hesitate to even write that because Dr Marry will use that sentence against me for the rest of our lives together. But it's true.
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(re)Discover Your Spark virtual retreat
You have dreams you want desperately to pursue. You’re also being pulled in a million different directions, and your plate is likely already full to overflowing. How in the world will you ever figure out how to make those dreams a reality much less take the first step? Through a Personal Systems Disruption retreat! Thank you for providing the platform and the tools for me to disrupt my personal systems, tools to help me define my ‘next,’ for introductions to some amazingly talented, creative, fun, loving people and for affirmations of who I’ve been, who I am, and who I can become. It was a wonderful journey that was…
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Lead from the Outside, ruffled feathers and the attempted sound of silence
This assignment asks us to be vulnerable, honest, brave and willing to both praise and censure ourselves as well as accept praise and censure from others. What could happen in your life if you got honest with yourself and if others were willing to go to a place of loving honesty to really give you the opportunity to reflect and grow as a person? Could you take it? Would you hear it and ponder it, or would you ruffle your feathers and defend your actions?
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25 trips around the sun with my boy
Even in that moment, holding this tiniest, most perfect of little persons, my mom didn't say yes or no. It wasn't that all these people didn't have opinions, but every single one of them knew I was going to have to do this largely by myself; that answer had to come only from me. I looked down on little Quinn John, and I decided to be his mom.
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Really Facebook? THIS is what you’re choosing to focus on today?
*Watch Gratitude Tuesday: grateful free write ep 132 here. For the first time in 132 episodes, Daily Dose apparently isn’t available on Facebook because I started playing “Linus and Lucy” from Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the powers that be determined that it was a violation of copyright. I’m not saying it’s not a violation of copyright, although we aren’t making money off of it, and we recognized the composer and the album. As a side note, it seems to me that Facebook has larger fish to fry than our little Daily Dose and playing a song that is practically a piece of the public realm. So I’m…
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A crisis of conscience
But this post was on my personal page. And this moment was something I never expected to live through. Going forward, Dolley Madison saving the portrait of George Washington won't be the last time there was a literal attack on our most sacred institutions. The history books now will say that the Capital was breached in the early days of 2021. And I can't pretend that that wasn't instigated and fueled by the man who resides at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
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Getting over my own self…again
An important note of digression: the Universe's favorite thing to do to and with me is to wait for me to say the word N-E-V-E-R. "I'll never get married." "I'll never have a full-time job." "I'll never teach." "I'll never..."
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Looking ahead to 2021
So my word for this year is clarity. Specifically, clarity of time and purpose. And of sentence structure. I write like I think, which is in long, connected ideas that link idea to idea to idea. It gives my writing a very specific voice that clearly identifies me as the author. But it also demands a lot of the reader, perhaps too much.
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2020: my year in review
Beyond the devastation (and our late in the year diagnosis), COVID was a gift for Dr Marry and me. I closed down my offices in March and have been working from home ever since. That means Dr Marry and I had all spring and summer and much of the fall together since his job was also a hybrid of in-person and virtual teaching. We walked and biked more than we ever have. I baked copious amounts of bread and went back to my pre-full time job delight of searching for and trying fun new recipes.
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Memories tell a story
Merry Christmas! I was scrolling through my Facebook memories earlier today and came across this photo. Taken December 24, 2016, this is five weeks before Dr Marry’s nosebleed led him down the path to near death and back to life again. There are so many complex layers to this photo–layers I can only see now with the blessing of hindsight. Look at Dr Marry’s face and hand on my shoulder. I often say he was like a waterbed in those final years of his active addiction. He was puffy and generally appeared to have too much fluid jostling around inside his skin. After Dr Marry got sober, we had to…
