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Embarking on the Midlife House Project
Necessity forced me to buy a house. I needed to provide my kids with a stable household. That was my one goal over the years after my divorce. Well, I managed to make that happen. But it’s just a house. I want it to feel like a home. That is the real challenge. Especially when creating a home means figuring myself out. Isn’t our home supposed to be a reflection of who we are?
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Treading Water in a Pool of Misery – Abandoned by a Stranger
Today I had the rug pulled out from under me. At the start of the day someone dropped an information bomb on me and my insides sank. I’ve been trying to climb out of this pit of despair all day to no avail. But for all of this to make sense, I have to start a the beginning, so let’s go back to 2018.
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Reality Dreaming: Sparking the Fires of Motivation Under My Ass
Some people remember their dreams. Some I remember, some I forget. It depends. If the dream leaves me shaken when I wake up, then I am going to try to remember it. Probably why I keep paper and pen near my bed.
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Fever Dream – Ghosts from My Past and Watching Bandersnatch
I have a weird quirk where sometimes the more popular something is, the more I resist jumping on the bandwagon. Some latent habit left over from my rebellious youth ? A remnant of anti-establishment feelings that never really disappeared, perhaps?
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He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
