Interwoven_Travelling Back_Career Blow Up_I'll Think I'll Keep My Old Car
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Interwoven
Wen awoke to the distinct smell of sage burning as she often did. Her sister would be preparing their home for the solstice. An uncommonly warm breeze carried the scent through her open bedroom door. She heard her older sister's rich voice mindfully speaking their cleansing mantra. Minnie was starting earlier this year. The sun was barely peeking above the Cornish tree line. The sun rising was magical.Wen intentionally took in the moment, the smells, the sounds, the sights, the feels, the energy. She loved this day, more than any other. Traditions new and old were interwoven on this day with ...
Travelling Back
Della clung to his legs pitifully that morning. He half-heartedly pulled her away from his ankles and held her up so their eyes were level.“I’m sorry DD but Daddy has to go.”She bawled and squirmed as he handed their daughter to his wife.“Text us from the airport and when you land.” She held a surly Della with one hand and squeezed his arm with the other.He nodded as he closed the apartment door behind him and stepped toward the elevator. The first mode of transport on this longest of days.His taxi was waiting at street level. The local guys hated airport runs as they had to charge a set fee f...
Career Blow Up
So… let me just start off by saying that it was never my intention to lie. Never! I pride myself on being one of those people that usually overshares the truth. I like to be as transparent as possible, because I just can’t live with myself if I have something festering on my heart. I call it my “Catholic guilt.” I just couldn’t bare the thought of failure, either. I also have this idea in my head that I have to be perfect, currently working on that one, but I digress. Let me take you back a couple of months, before I landed myself into this anxiety ridden mess. A vortex of chaotic emotions ste...
I'll Think I'll Keep My Old Car
“Oh I love it Margie but how could you afford a car like that?” I was happy for my friend but a bit envious at the same time. I looked across the road at my ten year old Datsun, a big dent in the side of the door where someone had rammed into me in the local shopping centre, without even leaving a note or a phone number. I had asked the manager of the supermarket if we could look at the CICIVISION camera, but of course it was broken, so with no witnesses, that was the end of it. Of course I couldn’t afford to have it fixed, not on my wage. My brother had said that he would see what he could do when ...