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Girl... you better work.

My former office (of nearly seven years) was in a mostly residential neighborhood; the only people who were in my one-story building were about 30 of my immediate colleagues. 298 more words

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Choices

Day Three of my brand-new job and I’ve already been invited to a happy hour downtown. Unfortunately, I was planning on hitting the gym after work tonight; those five miles aren’t going to run themselves. 156 more words

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You are what you eat -- so eat adventurously.

Unspecified gourmet food by candlelight at a total stranger’s home. Eight fellow diners whom you’ve never met and will probably never see again. Conversation that will flow of its own volition. 186 more words

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First Day

I made Adam take the traditional first-day photo. You can’t see it, but my packed lunch is in my bag!

Downtown, here comes Heather… ready or not.

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Setting fire to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them.

Shadows settle on the place that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line. 220 more words

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Every first day is precluded by a last day.

After seven years of lessons and before Day One of opportunity, five minutes with a reliable friend.

Monday will come soon enough.

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"Take your victories, whatever they may be. Cherish them, use them... but don't settle for them."

When my femur was fractured the first time and I wound up at the YMCA pool, I decided to take a water-kettlebell class to maintain my muscle tone. 701 more words

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