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Expectations were made to either be met or shattered, and life is a lot easier when you keep the bar low - both for yourself and others. This is just a fact of life. But I’ve come to learn in the past year that easy living does not equate to full living, and saying “yes” has a tendency to open doors that “no” could never even begin to touch.
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It was the day we were all going to find out if we were having a little boy or girl. Our excitement permeated the room as the technician’s lack of communication led us to prodding her for all the details. She measured and looked and measured and looked, not saying much. She finally revealed he was a boy and we cheered. She did not congratulate us. Her demeanor was odd and she instructed us to go back upstairs and speak with the midwife.
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I have always been a creative person, but I did not start painting until I was firmly in the trenches of motherhood, growing a family, and finding direction in my career. The pressures of life and work and my new found responsibilities of raising a child seemed to caution me against taking on something new—something that I was not one bit good at, something that was for myself only, and something that had no apparent payoff.
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I went out to a bar with a couple of my girlfriends from work. I lived a very sheltered life in my youth, so going to a bar for the first time at 24 was an eye-opening experience. There were people everywhere. The music, the energy, and feeling seen... it was intoxicating. I spent most of my life trying to hide from people, but I found myself enjoying the attention I was receiving. It was like electricity crackling every time I felt eyes on me.
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On the plane ride over a girl two seats behind me got airsick, very airsick. The flight attendants had to close one of two restrooms on the plane because it was covered in vomit. As soon as I registered what was happening my stomach coiled, my chest clenched. I felt trapped in my own body. I was so close to her. Was it the stomach flu? Could I get sick by breathing the same air?
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