From the Mindful Library Vol. 3
February 11, 2023
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So, I cried last Sunday while driving home from a soccer drop-off because my audiobook was destroying me. I cried at work on Thursday because teacher meetings are brutal for me. I cried on Friday morning when I dropped my sophomore off at school for the last real time ~ he gets his license today and is no longer tied to me via necessity. I don’t remember crying this much since 2010 but perhaps some instances have been erased by time? It hasn’t been a bad week at all, just one of those weeks where tears are close to the surface, I guess.
I wrote yesterday about courage, coyotes and a momentous event and I’m sure you missed it since I didn’t push it to inboxes.
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