Tag: more/less
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More than ironic…
Ironic. It is 2 a.m. and I am awake. This after blogging just yesterday (actually, just hours ago) about doing more with less time — because my brain had started sleeping through the night, making my days shorter. (I actually was lamenting my sleeping through the night. What was I thinking?!) I got up a…
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Doing more with less…
Today I am doing more with less time, less space, and, definitely, less patience. At the risk of whining, may I just say, “Enough already! Christmas break, I need you!” Somehow my body has failed me these past weeks, actually requiring sleep. Instead of my 2 or 3 a.m. bladder/brain wake-up calls, I have…
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Breathe more deeply…
The day started exactly 39 minutes later than usual. For the second day in a row, my alarm clock failed me. Of course, I thought it was a fluke on Tuesday morning — and then was too busy to check it to be certain before going to bed, counting on its usual reliability once again.…
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Needing more pep…
I need to rally some personal pep. Tomorrow our football team heads to the state tournament, the first time in school history. The players are nervous and excited; our small campus is abuzz with hope and joy (in part because we could wear jeans and T-shirts to show school spirit today). In celebration, we had…
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Judge less, love more…
When I headed to the health club showers, I saw that my two favorites were occupied — one by a person and one by stuff. On the door was a towel, which I could easily ignore, but inside the shower, carefully laid out, ready to use, were some stranger’s toiletries. I saw no one around…
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Mosquitoes in December and more excuses…
It was now or never. If I didn’t get the outside Christmas lights up this weekend, I knew I wasn’t going to bother. It was warm (record high for our city), I had better things to do, and it was a mere three weeks until Christmas. I had not maximized the use of my Christmas…
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The more we pretend to read…
I went on Facebook, saw I had a number of notifications, clicked to glance at the list, and then clicked “Mark as read.” Don’t ask me what was in the list. Don’t ask me any details. Certainly don’t give me any test over the material. But I did “read” them — about as intentionally as…
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My mother was right, of course…
This morning, my 17-year-old son was up before 7, despite having filmed the varsity football semi final and arriving home late the night before. (Woohoo! The Cougars are heading for the state final next week!) Before I saw him, however, I saw the empty packets of Emergen-C and the kitchen shears strewn on the kitchen…
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More than time…
NaBloPoMo prompt for Friday, December 6, 2013: What do you wish you had more time to do each day? Write. (Tada! Post done.) Yesterday, when I peeked at the prompts for some inspiration, I noticed today’s prompt, too, and I knew it was one I wanted to answer. But as the day went on, I…
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10 minutes or less…
Since I had less (rather than more) of an idea for a blog post today, I decided to address the official NaBloPoMo prompt for the day: Thursday, December 5, 2013 Set a timer for 10 minutes and try to write your whole daily post. Now go back and give yourself 5 more minutes to write…
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I love you more…
“I love you.” “I love you, too,” said my 17-year-old son, just before he opened the car door. “I know.” And I did. (Some days I am not as sure.) On Wednesdays, Adam has to be on the college campus by 11, the same time he finishes his third period class on the high school…
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Crashing the Zumba party…
I’m fairly certain my Zumba instructor is part mime. A dictatorial mime. She wasn’t there to entertain. She wanted action — mine. I complied. Or I tried. When my husband shirked his personal training duties in order to ride his bike on Sunday, I decided to try a Zumba class. I arrived five minutes early…
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More with less and less with more…
It’s back to the workaday world. The Thanksgiving holiday is over. I have had more time and done less with it. I will pay for that this week. My plans were lofty. I had the entire week of Thanksgiving off from teaching. My goal was to get the schoolwork done last Saturday so that I…
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Maybe NaBloPoMo December?
People returned to their computers yesterday, apparently, and offered me enough inspiration to write that I am considering taking the NaBloPoMo challenge for December. More or less. Of the 34 views (plus potential 107 followers reading via email) on WordPress and 7 reads on BlogHer (woohoo! count ’em!) for yesterday’s post (“Contemplating the end of…
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