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I'm late, I'm late
Dec. 31st, 2008 09:20 amGetting up this morning was more work than it should have been. Also sleep was filled with a ton of weird ass dreams involving drunk abstract painters and a winery. There was more involved than that, but that's what hangs with me this morning. Frankly, I'd rather be with the painters at the winery, drinking more of the cabernet.
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The Mouse is having a tough time right now. Everyone please keep her in your thoughts, prayers, good vibes. It's rough being four. We're coming up on the move in a few weeks and of course, the Bean will be here in 17 more weeks or so, she's lost a few friends this last year and just in general, the household has been under an immense amount of stress. She's losing her house, as far as she sees it, and has no way of knowing what the future holds. No frame of reference or history to call on.
And this is one of those things that I cannot fix as a Momma. It just is. Nor should I fix it, even if I could. These are the kinds of events that burnish us into who we will become. I would not take that gift away from her, even as the pain of it cuts.
Challenges are a gift, to quote a fictional character.
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My resolution(s) for the new year are simple and straightforward.
To not get fooled again (if I can help it), being number one.
Finish the final edit of Strange Weather.
Paint 12 new paintings.
Do four photoshoots, one with a new model.
Write six new short stories.
Finish Draft 0 of Broken Rainbow.
The rest, I'll deal with as I come up.
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The Mouse is having a tough time right now. Everyone please keep her in your thoughts, prayers, good vibes. It's rough being four. We're coming up on the move in a few weeks and of course, the Bean will be here in 17 more weeks or so, she's lost a few friends this last year and just in general, the household has been under an immense amount of stress. She's losing her house, as far as she sees it, and has no way of knowing what the future holds. No frame of reference or history to call on.
And this is one of those things that I cannot fix as a Momma. It just is. Nor should I fix it, even if I could. These are the kinds of events that burnish us into who we will become. I would not take that gift away from her, even as the pain of it cuts.
Challenges are a gift, to quote a fictional character.
* * *
My resolution(s) for the new year are simple and straightforward.
To not get fooled again (if I can help it), being number one.
Finish the final edit of Strange Weather.
Paint 12 new paintings.
Do four photoshoots, one with a new model.
Write six new short stories.
Finish Draft 0 of Broken Rainbow.
The rest, I'll deal with as I come up.
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