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Wide awake and dreaming.

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What do you say we just forget the archives exist and start from scratch.

Here's what I have. Here's what I know.

1. I have Twitter - two of them actually. And I love it. And use it heavily in waves.
2. I have Facebook and I am finding I use it less and less as time goes on.
3. I need to start penning my thoughts - or punching them out on keys, actually - in longer form again.

Quick pulse check of life for me today:

I have a son and a husband. Two dogs, a cat, and a 122-year-old house (@McIntoshHotel).

I work full time for the Labor Union. I volunteer practically full time for Carry the Future (@Carry_thefuture).

My life is full, my heart is happy, I feel and give love generously daily.

Here's what I want:

1. I want to sculpt more self-care time out of each day (week).
2. I want to make it a priority to make life an adventure for our family.
3. I want to rediscover my love of music.

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