That a coworker reading a proof caught an unintended double entendre in a headline I wrote, and helped me reword it.
To laugh almost to the point of helplessness over a discussion of what some organic granola tastes like, and what the heck those twiglike bits are.
To be graciously forgiven for something I had a twinge about and then did anyway.
For every woman in my writing group, and everything about our meeting tonight. Seriousness, intensity, affirmation, helpful criticism, more loud, hard, can't-help-it laughter, getting to meet a precious little girl. And snacks.
For a shiny package in the mail bearing a sweet little gift.
To see that a package bearing a sweet big gift arrived at its destination.
To laugh almost to the point of helplessness over a discussion of what some organic granola tastes like, and what the heck those twiglike bits are.
To be graciously forgiven for something I had a twinge about and then did anyway.
For every woman in my writing group, and everything about our meeting tonight. Seriousness, intensity, affirmation, helpful criticism, more loud, hard, can't-help-it laughter, getting to meet a precious little girl. And snacks.
For a shiny package in the mail bearing a sweet little gift.
To see that a package bearing a sweet big gift arrived at its destination.
For the feeling of abundance that comes from having a big bowl of little oranges on the table, and giving some away every day (especially if I get to practice my aim and lob one at a coworker).
That something's going to work out.
For the advice, "Do the next thing."
That something's going to work out.
For the advice, "Do the next thing."
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