Sometimes I have to stop myself in the middle of what I'm doing to think about what I'm doing. Often, I don't even think it's me that's doing the stopping; I'm stopped by some stark realization that this is not what I had planned. Such as? Sharpening a box of pencils and writing a teacher's name on them in Sharpie. And then dismay. Really, I'll scrap gum off of desks if that's what needs to be done to help someone out..but it's certainly not what I envisioned doing with my life. Whenever this happens I end buying something to make me feel better, and I don't even like shopping.
And a phone call regarding my Father being admitted to the hospital for heart failure takes even more air of my tires. Wreck.
And a phone call regarding my Father being admitted to the hospital for heart failure takes even more air of my tires. Wreck.
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