This is the first year that I didn’t go around telling everyone that it was “going to be my year!” In fact, I made a special tweet to let everyone know that I didn’t have any resolutions for the new year.
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I decided to venture out into public today. My jaw seemed to have settled a little, and my cheeks weren’t as swollen as the day before. I was still hurting, but I needed a little time away from this hobbit hole I’ve been keeping as my house lately. So, I shaved about 3 days worth of growth off my face, put a clean, public worthy shirt on and headed out the door for a little R&R at the local Starbucks.
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A short post on my attempts to get past perfectionism during this 30 day trial and the horrors I encountered after my recent jaw surgery.
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This is a short intermission, to briefly reflect on what I’ve discovered about this project over the past week. It also gives me a chance to recover a little after getting my wisdom teeth out this morning. I’m a little doped up on pain killers right now, so the thinking cap isn’t screwed on as tight as I’d like it to be. In fact, I’m not even sure I have it on.
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Sometimes, as I start these small posts, I wonder why it is I’m pursuing this idea to begin with. I mean, who cares about my silly anecdotes about rudeness at the airport, kites in a tree, or fears in karaoke bars? How does this help anyone? Is it just entertainment? A distraction for bored web surfers?
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The bags travelled along the conveyor like chocolate confections. A crowd of us had assembled to watch as they slowly circled the baggage area before dipping back behind gently swaying, neoprene curtains. I folded my arms, waiting, as they reappeared on the other side, often trailing new ones behind them. We were each looking for our particular flavor, the one bag that held all of our personal belongings; our ticket to get out of there and leave all these strangers behind.
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Walking the dogs this evening, I noticed a particular tree along our path; a thin red maple, it’s bark smooth and gray with shallow fissures. A week ago, it’s leaves had turned a brilliant scarlet color, which stood out against the evergreens surrounding it. Now, however, all but a few leaves had scattered to the ground, which left it a barren silhouette against the deepening blue of the evening sky.
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