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The Boston Area Tournament is coming up this weekend.

I feel very unprepared.

I guess that’s understandable. The other things going on in my life are pretty overwhelming. I’m trying to decide what to do when I grow up. I’m trying to find work to do while pursuing those life goals. I’m in the middle of divorce mediation. These things are pretty big. If I could look at my life from outside it, like a best friend or a sister, I would tell myself that I’m doing okay, that I should take more baths, that I should enjoy spring walks, that I should have a glass of wine or an ice cream cone. If I’m to be responsible for all the grownup things, I should also take care of myself.

Right?

So I’m armed with flashcards and optimism. It is a tough division. The games will be hard and require concentration and intelligence.

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Anonymous said…
Call me if you need to kick a toilet.
4:05 PM
Anonymous said…
"If I could look at my life from outside it, like a best friend or a sister, I would tell myself that I’m doing okay, that I should ..." -

... or you might tell yourself to go and have a great weekend in Boston! Have fun.

- whome
6:53 AM
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