My new thing is journaling. It was bullet journals, but now it’s journal bullets, which is where I make a quick note anytime I see a magazine. No, the other kind of magazine.
My new thing is pickleball, which is where you get asked to please stop bringing cucumbers wearing tiny handmade dresses to the local rec center.
My new thing is going to be gathering wildflowers, and then I’m going to tell them to please calm down.
My new thing is learning to code, but also learning to resuscitate myself, so that all the emergency-room doctors clap and maybe even toss a little something into the tip jar.
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THE LAST MILE
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TAKE ME HOME
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