There was virtually no snow. Just freezing rain, sleet and occasional bands of slushy ice.
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Month: January 2025
Eight
Dallas is getting snow tomorrow and I can feel my inner Lorelai Gilmore taking a slow, deep breath. A six inch dusting of pure, white magic will lighten even the most depressed of my moods. …and it’s coming not a moment too soon.
Yes, I smell snow.
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Seven
…a city full of flowers, a city full of rain.
Tomorrow, I hope.
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Six
…yep.
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Five
This is five.
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Four
This is going to be short. It’s Saturday, I’ve spent the last two days cleaning and I just want to rest.
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Three
The only thing surprising about my difficulty to keep this up is how I haven’t completely forgotten altogether.
I’m taking that inch, baby.
It’s still a last minute post, and it’s not going to be any longer than the previous two, but I’m patting myself on the back for even the barest of minimums.
I’ll try to remember earlier tomorrow.
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Two
Struggling to find both the motivation and words. I keep thinking that if I just get in the right headspace, then something will flow. It doesn’t. I get laundry lists of mediocre thoughts, few of which make it into an actual topic. Maybe I need a safe space to write. Or maybe just to feel safe at all.
I guess writing about thinking about writing is better than not writing at all.
Tomorrow, I suppose.
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One
I seem to have only two gears lately: painfully prepared or absolute last minute. This is the latter.
I’ve decided, at 10:30p on Jan. 1st, that I will write everyday for a year. So, here’s number one.
…two should be longer.
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