Lessons I Teach Myself
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There is a shift that happens in the middle.
The countdown changed from the start of the trip - when I was all taking in, and chewing and biting on future possibilites, to now when I am settled in and secretly counting the days back. Not because I want to return. Though in some ways - I do want to return to the peace and quiet I've gotten from my daily routines. But because I've hit the middle of my time here. In fact - there are less days for me to be here, than the days I've had behind. I know a thing or two about the middle: One - I am a middle daughter. Two - If I could have it my way - I'd only eat the middle inside of a sandwich. Always. But I have never noticed the change happening within me when I am in the middle of a trip. I am simultaneously closing a chapter, and clocking in for a new day of work. Summarizing what was left behind, while leaving room to fantasize about the future. The middle of a trip is a balancing act, and give it to a middle daughter Libra - to wonder about it long enough to write about it.
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AuthorTamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog that may, or may not be, of any significance to anyone other than herself. If you found her lil' life lessons, stories, poems and blurbs meaningful to you, well that's f**ing amazing! Comment and share so she can pat herself in the back - she doesn't do that nearly enough. Cheers. Archives
November 2020
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