for my next birthday I want a personal life coach
it's time to stop. trying to find answers to the same questions and searching for balance in a life where too many people are depending on me. it's time to let go. my husband turning his paternal feelings on and off at will and the oppressive obligation of scheduling every day to give my sons the secureness of a routine. it's time to contemplate and absorb things instead of trying to work them out. it's time to indulge. winter sales. eating healthy and more desserts. it's time to listen. my favorite CD saturating the apartment with chords in A major. it's time to accept. my writing, doubtful and brittle, sitting in front of my laptop for hours trying to reach the place where my words would gather some sort of significance and resonance, and fail. it's time to implant my life with what's really important. a spiral notebook, holding my husband's hand and Dora bubbles.
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