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| Makes you wonder what happens on Thursdays at 11am. You know? |
First there was the one about my vacation and love and what it's been like in long-distance relationship realm. Then there was the one about abortion and how single parenthood could affect someone's stance on that issue. And then that blog post segued nicely into the one on religion and what last vestiges of power and guilt organized religion still hold over me. Also how my cyber-friends in Portland can make classy barbs at religion -- during Halloween no less -- and still have a following.
Then there was the post on Ikea and secrets.
One on assimilation, and becoming someone else -- how hard it is to stay authentic, especially in relationships.
One on moving yet again.
One on the pros and cons of having a baby later in life. Or more specifically do I want to have another baby. Because being newly divorced means you can ask yourself these questions now.
There was another post I thought about on self-improvement, living in line with your principles, and saying sorry when it's the right thing to do.
But dammit.
I had a conversation with a friend that turned that post on its ear.
Another blog post was going to be about my favorite sweater. The one I love and looks great on me -- like it was made for me -- painted on. With a hood and cool buttons. My Faerieworlds sweater.
But.
How every time I wear it, I think of my ex-boyfriend.
And that's crummy. Because it's coming on winter now and I'll be wanting to wear it all the time. The only thing I can think to do is ... wear it. And hopefully new memories will come from that.
And then there's the post on my son and counseling: more invisible special needs, and my fears surrounding those.
And my fears surrounding the future. Everyone has those fears. That would make a good blog post, too.
But not in the middle of the night.
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