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Notice That…

I have to challenge myself to pay attention to what I am paying attention to. This challenge is to combat what takes so many forms in my life that I have to work to disrupt it. The non-attention, automatic and frequent out of body thinking. You know the times when your brain detaches itself from your body to stay in a conversation that your body walked away from. Meanwhile, your body does you the favor of…

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Totally random post

We’ve been on a road trip to Tennessee for a Family Commissioning Weekend for the amazing ICC Fall Intern Team so I have been missing some posting. But I have news! Do you ever spend more time looking for a movie online rather than actually watching it? Don’t you hate that? Look no more! If you are looking for a lovely date night movie on NETFLIX check out The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society I’ve linked…

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More Rembrandt, Less Warhol

I have lived most of my life in a high functioning state. To say I have a positive mindset is an understatement. I have always been the kind of person that if I did something that wasn’t on my to-do list I would put it on the list so I would have the satisfaction of crossing it out. While this sort of productivity could be looked on with envy there is this horrendous groundhog day effect…

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When even the cat gets in the way

I began to notice back pain a few years ago where previously there had been none. Chiropractic visits helped tremendously but it finally resolved when I figured out the obvious. I was sitting too many hours hunched over my computer. Way too many! Of course, I did my research! Did you know that when muscles don’t contract, they require less fuel and the surplus in the form of blood sugar, accumulates in the bloodstream contributing…

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Where do you go where people know you?

Visiting my 88-year-old mother is part of my weekly rhythm. I don’t know what she’ll remember about dad or our long history together. That is no longer distressing as it makes for good improv. Whatever my mother says I can say, “Yes and… “ and run with it. There is one string of thought, however, that can be relied on. That happens when my mother remembers the house, her house now my house. It is…

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