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Prompt: What is the biggest trigger for stress in your life?   I am blessed with a low-stress life. These days, all my stress is self-inflicted: me stressing about something I don't need to actually stress out about. Back in the day, though, my biggest source of stress was parents. Not mine - they're lovely …

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Day 156

Prompt: go to a random playlist and write an entry inspired by the first song you hear. My song is Head Over Heels by The Go-Go's.   I slip into my desk moments before my boss comes around the corner. I play it cool, manually slowing down my breath and slowly sliding my purse off …

Day 125

Prompt: pets.   Sighing, I check the clock. 5:35 pm. Another late night. I shut down my computer and pack up my back, stretching a kink from my back. I see a few scattered lights down the hall as I shut my office door and head downstairs to leave. At least I'm not the only …

Day 120

Continuing my post from yesterday.   After the last bell, "physics club" meets. It's an unofficial gathering of a few students that need a place to hang out while their rides navigate the heavy traffic around the school. Today, we talk about a new Catholic holiday called "Lint Day" where instead of palms around your …

Day 119

Prompt: teaching. I figure I'll do a "life in the day of" type of post.   The school looms ahead of me in the fog, the weather mirroring my mind as I shake the last vestiges of sleep from it. Anxiety kept me up late, later than I should ever be up, squeezing in a …

Day 111

Prompt: a character that makes work/school/neighborhood/etc interesting.   Jess’s face appears in my door, her mouth moving in words I can’t hear over the music. I pull my earbuds out. “What?” “Luuuuunch time?” “Sure. Where are we going?” “The usual?” “Sounds good. Let me get my bag.” “Oh my god take foreeeeeever.” I chuckle and …

Day 81

I am hoping to catch up on all my writing soon! It's been a crazy couple weeks for me. Prompt: Nothing changes or nothing had changed (open-ended).   I wake up to beeping, groggily reaching toward the sound. My hand smacks the coffee table, a cold sharp pain that jars me fully awake. The TV …