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too many posts clanked many chances unfinished lots of golf this fall many injuries and goalposts making big saves ow ow ow ow ow Urruti was missed And so was Villafana Damn salary cap
It is done. It cannot be undone. It can be learned from. It cannot harm me, ever again. I am free. I am free. I am free. ????
I choose discomfort over discontentment ???? (Inspired by this article)
(inhale) I’m here now. (exhale) All is well. ????
Connecting with people who nourish my spirit Today is a good day. ????
There will be days–and weeks–that knock you to the ground and beat the shit out of you. That’s part of the deal of living life. And when you get to the end of one of those days, or weeks, you should celebrate the fact that you are batting 100%. Because you have survived EVERY GOTDAMB ONE of those awful-horrible-no-good-very-bad days....
(inhale) In my breath, I am safe. (exhale) In this moment, I am safe. ????
So I’m watching my favorite team lose on the road–again–and was in writing mode: no wins on the road too bad there are no points for moral victories ============================ Timbers are last girl in the icestrvaganza will they catch pinwheel? ============================ I’ve held the post-mortem haiku because there may yet be some kind of common-core mathematics that will get Portland into the...
So, in my Tuesday night Gentle Yoga class (oh, hey, I’m taking yoga classes, that’s a new thing in 2016!), just after the Orlando nightclub shootings, our instructor asked us what we needed from class that night. We were all feeling frazzled and fragile and were pretty unanimous in our need for peace and grounding. With that information, class began....
I turned off my old “word blog” ages ago. Right about the time I realized that people related to my day job were Googling me and I…panicked. Although I kept the photoblog going (mostly), I stopped writing, except for my own paper journals. I locked down most of my social network profiles as tightly as possible, and I collapsed into...