On Monday I was vacuuming up the chalk outline of what had been my life when I noticed I was still alive. "Whoa," I thought but not in so many words, "this could be significant." Not black is especially slimming when used as a blindfold significant, but significant. And, if I was really alive, I had choices to make. Soup or salad? Avoid the stick or chase the carrot? Even a weekly blog post seems possible as long as I'm alive.
And so here it is.
Personally, I would check back every day to see how this particular post develops and whether I ever tie the title and the first line together and if I do will I introduce the idea of.death by perfection paralysis. Maybe you would like to unite them in a posted comment.
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