Every few months, my life explodes. I have three part-time jobs,
volunteer commitments, a small child and husband who deserve loads of
lavished attention, playgroup, daycare arrangements, relationships with
neglected friends and totally ignored family members, the sweet release
of bad reality TV, a pile of books to read, a very cluttered apartment
and too many groceries to buy. I am sure you have your very own and
perhaps very similar life explosion scene, where all the bits of your
identity and day planner scatter and fall at your feet.
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