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The Day That Slipped Away

6/25/2020

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I had.... a day.
My day started with my famous (or infamous, depends who's asking) morning routine that includes:
*My odd habit of oil pulling (Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it).
*My trendy habit of drinking celery juice on an empty stomach. (yes, ONLY celery. It grows on ya.)
*My fitness cult hour-workout extravaganza (The Class - it's AWESOME)
*My moment of zen meditation. (ranges from 5 to 30 minutes, usually au natural, occasionally guided)

In between some of these I read (ahem, listened to the audiobook I mean) one of the current books I'm reading, today it was 'Untamed' by Glennon Doyle, showered and got my face all oiled up with the best organic products my skin loves, fed my cats and spent extra time patting the furr-balls, and browsed through emails and texts and the infamous social media monster: Instagram. 

Then, my bf and I (mostly him...) did some handy-WOman work putting together a pull-down-backdrop for filming, and I went on to work on an audition tape I had to submit. I started delving into the story, the scene, the character, the fantasy, and the playful arena that rocks my world (and that I deeply miss since Covid 19 shut the industry DOWN) and before I knew it.... it was MIDNIGHT. 

Where did the day go?!?
Is imagination a real time sucker or what!? 
Is this what they mean when they say 'Time flies by when you're having fun'!?
....And WHO the hell are THEY?!?

The day has slipped away and it is nearly tomorrow.
​Where will tomorrow slip to, I wonder...
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    Tamar 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.

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