Ten.Nine Hundred & Eighty-Five
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Light poking through the slats. It’s way later than I think. 
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Slight chill in the air. Gray skies. A breeze. Still feeling unsettled. 
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Coffee. Morning pages. Get the mind right. Just get your mind right. 
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Books in bed. The sound of the dryer spinning and spinning and spinning. More coffee. 
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She asks to play with friends. I say no. Blame it on social distancing. Also, let’s just all have a quiet day at home. We need to learn how to be okay with being alone. 
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I get the clay and some paint, miniature trees. If nothing else, at least she has some supplies to keep her busy over break. I stop at Trader Joe’s before we head home. I just need flowers. 
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They’ve shut us down. I had a feeling this would happen. Worry. But then, this could give us the time and space to create new ways of doing things. 
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Too many ideas. 
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Cautiously optimistic. 
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“Don’t be afraid of who you are.”