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Last night I threw up all over everything. When I say everything what I mean is, I threw up all over my very large bathroom (I might have purchased my house because of the bathroom), and then all over the floor and the toilet in the potty closet. Which made finishing my throw up session…

I’m known for my elaborate and over the top system for making new year goals. My system changes from year to year. It’s important to remain open to the possibility for improvement. I certainly am not the same person from year to year. It’s silly to think that a system that served me last year…

It’s Friday night. I’m sitting on my bed, listening for my laundry and writing out plans in my journal. It’s been a whirlwind sort of week. Sitting on my bed, alone, in the quiet is good. Last month was All Over October. I didn’t know it until the end of the month and I looked…

I am working on relaxing. It’s not a skill I came with. Evidence: My piano teacher would stand behind me nearly every lesson, grab my arms, and shake out my hands. “Relax, relax, relax.” I was seven. Tuesday morning my yoga instructor talking about the importance of being rather than always doing. Learn to not…

It’s the beginning of fall. Mostly. Technically fall hasn’t started. By my calendar, we’re about two weeks into fall. For ease of personal accounting, fall begins September 1. At the beginning of each season I sneak into the Little Brother’s room and write up a list of goals for him. I don’t know that he…

Daydreaming. It’s funny. Daydreams are nothing at all like dreams. So why do we call them dreams? “I have dreamed a dream!” Really he daydreams a daydream. I daydream more than anybody I know. Daydreams and plans and lists and schemes and wishes. I have more plans in my back pocket than a plenitude of…

There’s something sad in the end of summer. I am not mourning the end of my favorite season. As a child it was not the return to school that saddened me. Rather, in summer we come close to a lost way of living. Summer days are filled with sweetness. There are always things to do…

I spent most of the week in downtown SLC at a conference my university holds each year for its employees. I went armed with two 2-liters of diet coke, a bottle of vanilla flavoring, and a sandwich baggy of IB, Tylenol, Sudafed, and Tums. The coke for headaches, the IB for headaches and wrist pain,…

He switches from by my side on the piano bench (the chairs have already been sold) to under the desk with the toys. It gives him ample opportunity to ask “What are you doing?” at random intervals. The answer is always work but I suppose he wants to check, just to make sure I haven’t…

Tomorrow I leave for upstate New York. It’s the last time I’ll go there to help out the Middle Brother. They’re moving, you see. To Utah. I’ll be helping out, but on my own turf. Because it is the last time, I must remember to do all the things I love. It feels a little…