Wednesday morning here in Minnesota. Yesterday I had lunch with my Aunts and they were chatting about an article I had written for a local magazine that had just come out that day. I was unsure what they were talking about until they explained further and it was something I had written in early March when life was well… not this one. I had completely forgotten about the article although I knew I would have written the magazine release date down in my agenda. My agenda that I lived by day to day with all my “to do’s” and my “where I should be’s” and my “don’t forgets”.
Now that agenda lays under a pile of papers on my kitchen table. I only open it if I must to check on the dates of something. Now I can’t stand living by an agenda because it reminds me of the me…
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