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Along with your Odd Week in Review
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The Odd Week in Review
We are still going at a slow and steady pace as we rebrand and renew this month, but we’ve still got some great stories for you this week.
This is my first sponsored post. Now before you think I’m a total sell out let me tell you how much I’m getting paid. It’s the going rate for writers. Zero. I did get some free product shipped to me all the way from New York City! So, dear readers, you can be assured I’m not in the pockets of any corporate fat cats.
We have to stop doing for others what they can easily do for themselves. This isn’t a selfish sentiment rooted in ease and avoidance but rather one grounded in teaching self reliance above all. As parents it is easier at times to do ‘all the things’ for our children. What would take them ten minutes would take us two, so we tie the shoe or get the juice instead of letting them partake in the productive struggle of day to day life.
Raising kids is a bitch. Social media can sure help us look like we’re doing things just right, or that EVERYBODY ELSE is! But by all means, let’s a take a moment to read between the lines…
One of the prompts for my writing group this month is to examine a missed connection. We are to explore a chance where we missed connecting with someone and invent a possible alternate reality where we do connect. As usual, my fellow writers activate their right brains and delve into writing fiction.
At one time, the tangled mess of baby trees and weeds poking out from behind that doorway did look like a garden. And it was beautiful.
In the cool spring mornings, we tilled the ground the hard way — with shovels and hoes.
I woke up anxious this morning. I know why… sort of. I mean, I know the bold outline of why. I got home later than I like to last night, which meant I slept half the day away, or at least, most of the morning. That makes me anxious.
I did not expect my late thirties to become a period of new awakening in my life. I knew the old adage says we all go off to find ourselves in college, but I assumed that by this point, as a successful, established adult, I was pretty set in who and what I was.