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Last month, I started a project that I had been procrastinating for a long time. I felt a sense of accomplishment for taking the first step but this feeling quickly faded as I realized how difficult this work was for me.
Last month, I started a project that I had been procrastinating for a long time. I felt a sense of accomplishment for taking the first step but this feeling quickly faded as I realized how difficult this work was for me.
As 2012 comes to an end, I have been reminiscing about the year. It has been filled with ups and downs, in my life and in the lives of many others.
Last February, I went out of town to visit my mother-in-law, Betty, who was in the final stages of cancer. During this trip, I hung out with my 15-year-old niece, Lauren, who lives close to her grandmother and was spending a lot of time with her during these final days.
I have a confession to make. Every year, my holiday cards are late. I just don’t get around to mailing them out until I go on vacation a few days before Christmas.
I awoke from a drunken stupor sharply at 5:02am, the morning of New Year’s Eve, 2006 with a migraine, and a voice in my head, that said clearly and firmly, “That’s it. You’re done.”