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Wendy Lorenzi's avatar

No OCD here but when I start into my worry mode I remind myself of all the things I have spent time worrying about that haven’t happened. When I was a kid I would actively wish for the opposite of what I wanted so that I could be “disappointed “ by getting what I really wanted. I must have felt the gods were particularly interested in thwarting me . I slaughter that political parties woo me to join them. Do they not know that my vote is the kiss of death?

Have a wonderful Christmas and New Year with your friends and family.

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Maggie's avatar

Was your mother Irish then ? Here’s a Xmas poem for you.

PRECIOUS

He gave me a spruce lap desk

for writing in bed that Christmas.

It was rubbed into fragrance with oil of almond

and to lift the slanted top was to fall

into reveries with pens and the child’s

delight in things unused. But it lay heavily

against my knees, as if a lid had closed

down on me. It saddened him, I know, to see

how seldom I used it. Some gifts are sent

only to haunt. Now he’s gone

how lightly it rests the length of my thighs, and

lightly does my pen move the heavy words

under the downcast lids.

Tess Gallagher 1991

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Christina Whitfield's avatar

Love this post, as so many of your words of wisdom. Thank you for creating such thought provoking content. Wishing you and your family happiness, today and always 💖

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Junior Baker's avatar

My family were Prairie people; superstitions everywhere. Folks tossing salt over their shoulder, an aunt who would never leave by the same door she entered (in the back door, so she could leave by the front). And don't get me started on sports teammates.

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