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existentialism
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Between the Headlines
On my second glass of wine. That’s a fact. It’s not 4.30 am, but nearly bedtime. The beginning of a week-long vacation, though with a long list of things to do. I scroll through Facebook and Twitter and all that is there – because all of it is real. The silly cat videos, the bad…
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What to Keep
My coffee machine died this morning. I suppose nearly ten years – five years beyond warranty – is a pretty good deal. So here I sit with freeze dried coffee, wet hair and the wind hitting the windowpane. A dried leaf falls from the cut roses on my desk, like a deliberate grab for attention.…
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The Taboo Behind the Taboo
The thoughts that come this morning might be testing the boundaries of what it means for me to have a public diary. I read an article last week about how secrets make us ill. Supposedly — statistically — people who out their secrets are healthier. Happier. Although I am not convinced that there is a true correlation between health…
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What it Means to Be in the Moment This Morning
There are days I feel broken. Worn so thin that I crumbled like an old rubber band someone dug out of the bottom of a junk drawer. I always assumed the Beckett quote, “You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” was from Waiting for Godot. I figured it was the clown…