T.G.I.F.: When? January 12, 2018January 12, 2018 ~ Live & Learn Source: Kelsey MacDonald @writeskelsey Share this:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related
When indeed, pal. It’s no uncommon for me to momentarily forget what I had for dinner last night. Not ok. What IS the rush, anyway? (BTW, love the new photo header!) LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
‘My life.’ Thinking these words, I see before me a streak of light. — Tomas Tranströmer, Memories Look at Me, trans. Robin Fulton LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
And when I had these same thoughts, I sold everything and moved to Spain. I knew I needed to slow down. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
It’s been too fast for as long as I can remember. But it’s getting faster 😔 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
The faster January goes the better. For, then, spring is just around the corner. -Alan LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
I realised it when I visited Tuscany. When people asked me what I preferred about Italy – food or wine? I said, the rhythm. I think I need to go back. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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When indeed, pal. It’s no uncommon for me to momentarily forget what I had for dinner last night. Not ok. What IS the rush, anyway? (BTW, love the new photo header!)
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Smiling. You don’t miss ANYTHING.
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like comets streaking by in our sky.
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So true. Love the visual.
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‘My life.’ Thinking these words, I see before me a streak of light.
— Tomas Tranströmer, Memories Look at Me, trans. Robin Fulton
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WLS…all of it.
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Oh, around 50.
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Laughing. So true.
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The blink of my eye, the older the faster!
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So true. Faster and faster and faster.
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Days, weeks, months, years….they all seem to run together!
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And when I had these same thoughts, I sold everything and moved to Spain. I knew I needed to slow down.
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Spain. Sounds wonderful!
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It’s been too fast for as long as I can remember. But it’s getting faster 😔
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And faster and faster and faster….yes.
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Hmmm… When? When time began? 🙂
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Smiling. True.
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January needs to get back to its hibernating roots.
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It does. It does.
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The faster January goes the better. For, then, spring is just around the corner.
-Alan
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Yes. Spring. Spring. Spring…
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I realised it when I visited Tuscany. When people asked me what I preferred about Italy – food or wine? I said, the rhythm. I think I need to go back.
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I need to go once. 😀
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You do!
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