Tag: self reflection
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I’ve got the shovel
Why does it feel like finding friendships changes so much once you hit 50? Is it tougher to get together, or does everyone already have a shovel person?
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Making Patterns Rhyme
I’ve been observing this fan community for over twenty-three years now. I’ve learned some things along the way.
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Just when you think you’re fine
I was getting ready to settle in to blog when I discovered the site was blank. Like…super blank. The words “Nothing to see here, move along” were pretty damn appropriate. In that moment, two things ran through my head: why did I ever decide to willingly create a site and do this again; and I…
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My spirits are high
You know what I should be doing right now? Not blogging! Alas, I felt like I needed to sit down and write. So, here I am. I find myself in the somewhat familiar position of having about 35,000 things to accomplish today, and yet I just continue to ruminate over the last week or so.…
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No Way to Fight It
I remember when I used to search for song lyrics to title my blogs. It was fun for a while, but somewhere along the line, I grew tired of having to search through songs. I knew every last line, had used many of them multiple times, and couldn’t seem to make the lyrics I had…
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Give yourself a break!
This week in the Real Life of Rhonda, marching band started for my youngest. She is about to start high school, and along with that comes all of the football games, rallies, parades and practices. So this past week served as “Band Camp”. Now, I remember Band Camp very well – sure, it may have…
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People are nutty
I know I’ve typed those words before. Some of my readers over the years may even have taken offense to them. Truth of the matter is, we – the people – ARE nutty at times. Lately, and I hardly think I’m the only one, I’ve been getting so many “fake” accounts following me on Instagram…
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Super Pumped
I am making progress! Today, I finally figured out how to get subscriptions working. Yes, that seems like it should have been a simple thing. It probably was when I was 40. Alas. (Why can’t we use emojis in blogs? Come on now. That seems like it should be a thing by now.) Normally, I…