543 Day Writing Journey

First Date at Subway. Day 178.

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I would be lying if I said I didn’t violently toy with regretting our move to Massachusetts in 2016, but it does me no good to dwell on it. Instead, I pry open the guilt that shadows our time in Mass, and pick out the good that was in our five years there, but that’s for another post. Instead, I will talk about the future and not the past. Thanks to a busy morning, I was given some glimpses into the future by Max.

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543 Day Writing Journey

Must Love Chaos. Day 145.

I love chaos. Me with my four pups and my son’s and his girlfriend’s.

Dating has been the recent topic of conversation in some of my friend circles (not me, them), so it makes me think. It still horrifies me to even imagine meeting someone out in public or even chatting with a person via text or phone call. Instead of giving myself unnecessary anxiety, I try to have fun with the thought and imagine how I would write my dating profile bio.

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543 Day Writing Journey

Dating. Day 83.

Heck no, I’m not dating. I don’t have a Match.com account or an ad in the local paper that reads “Must love dogs” or “SWF seeking ______.” At this point in my life, I can’t even imagine getting in a car with someone never mind sitting down in a restaurant sharing my life story with them. For the first time in a long while, Teresa is mine, and I’m not really wanting to share her.

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