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Musing and Completing Sentences

1. I’ve come to realize that my body. . . is not young but it's beautiful.

2. I’ve come to realize that my job. . . is a nice way to break up the day.

3. I’ve come to realize that when I drive. . . everybody going slower than me is an idiot. Everyone going faster than me is a maniac.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need. . . Wow. I can't narrow that one down.

5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost. . . my sanity. I don't remember when.

6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when. . . I can't find something. Like the word I'm looking for. Sanity. That's it.

7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk. . . I'm in a parallel universe and I'm somebody else.

8. I’ve come to realize that money… is nice to have.

9. I’ve come to realize that certain people. . . aren't worth my energy.

10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always. . . read.

11. I’ve come to realize that my sibling(s). . . are comfortable.

12. I’ve come to realize that my mom…epitomizes home.

13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone. . . is often lost.

14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning. . . I was tired.

15. I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep. . . I forgot to get my son up to go potty.

16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking. . . "I need to get my son up to go potty."

17. I’ve come to realize that my dad. . . is my rock.

18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook. . . I should be doing something else.

19. I’ve come to realize that today. . . I learned that the difference between a good joke and a cowpie is a shift of wit.

20. I’ve come to realize that tonight. . . my kids got along.

21. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow. . . 's another day. And I'm thirsty anyway. So bring on the rain.

22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to. . . run a marathon. Really. I do. I just don't want to train for it. I take my sentence back.

24. I’ve come to realize that life. . . is a journey and I forgot to get a road map.

25. I’ve come to realize that this weekend. . . am going to wish I slept more.

26. I’ve realized the best music to listen to when I am upset. . . piano.

27. I’ve come to realize that my friends. . . dance; physically, metaphorically, lyrically, metaphysically. Dancing is a completely separate topic. Dancing is an expression of feeling. It is a vehicle for seeking intimacy. Not all dancing is physical. Dancing is a way to connect to one another and ourselves.

Wow. I don't know how that paragraph got in there. Now I'm reading over it and wondering if I sound like I might have a deeper thought that I haven't developed or that's just crazy talk.

29. I’ve come to realize that my husband. . . loves me anyway.

30. I’ve come to realize that maybe I should. . . go to bed.

31. I’ve come to realize that I love. . . sleep. I miss it.

32. I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand. . . 99%. Of a lot. Today, people, my children (they aren't included in "people"), calculus, physics, life, eternity, marriage, the plan of Salvation, God, and why people love to scrapbook.

33. I’ve come to realize my past. . . has made me who I am.

34. I’ve come to realize that parties. . . are loud.

35. I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified. . . of loss.

36. I’ve come to realize that my life. . . is a journey. Didn't I already say that?

Comments

  1. AbbyNovember 19, 2010 at 9:39 AM

    I'm so glad I found your blog! I really, really loved this post:)

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  2. CountessLaurieDecember 7, 2010 at 5:42 PM

    This is a most excellent list. I think our sanity and our sleep took a vacation and forgot to invite us.

    P.S. I used to scrapbook. It was fun. Then I had babies. Now I don't. That is all.

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