I have lost the Invisible Roommate Game 3 times today and she suddenly wants to have dinner this week. I’ll need to invent a new game.
I began reading books for a grief and loss support group I’m starting at work. I felt led to list losses of singleness as a way of mentally preparing to identify with the group. I now feel sidetracked on the route to pursuing joy. It’s like I was on the route with a water bottle, vague directions, and good weather. Now I’ve been held up with a nail in my tire that I have to stop and fix.
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Funny, I have a nail in my tire. I am stalling, but I need to get it fixed... :]
We should start a AAA for the soul business. You call, we show up with Bridget Jones, Ben and Jerry's, and new sneakers for a triple endorphin boost.
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