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Hunh, Weird. I thought I made a whole list of possible blogs posts—things I thought I should do, and things I had done, things I wanted to write about; somethings I wanted to try.
I can’t find it.
This has happened to me before. I’ve written out lists of clothes I wanted to make or buy, and lost it. It forced me to reevaluate my look (I am very into my look, although I am not sure you’d know it from looking at me). I’ve written out pages of a novel. And lost it. And…. It was never more, but that’s ok.
I lose grocery lists sometimes and I am sure our week is enriched (or impoverished!) by it.
So. I’ll start over. Not better, not worse, just different. It’s an opportunity, right?
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