Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Eight
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In the dream I am so excited because I finally find a teacher who agrees with me - maybe he has mild dyslexia! I thank them. I start to wake and realize it’s not real. I will need to find testing on my own.
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I know it’s before 5 but I’m hoping it’s not 3. I just lay there and think.
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Last day. The official last day. Happy? Relieved? Sad? All the things. But mostly relieved. I can put out one flame on this 9-flame candle.
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Am I turning into a workaholic?
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Nah. Just fear.
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“That does not sound like a break up.”
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Arms out to the side, staring out of the window. I watch the yellow leaves shimmy in the breeze. They look so happy.
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How sad to not even be excited about cooking any more.
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Choosing to turn down projects is a privilege. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
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He was always the best snuggler.