It’s the 3 year anniversary of the day I met my husband. I’ve barely seen him today. I cooked his breakfast and left it on the counter for him to find when he was done getting ready for work. By then, I was already gone — I had to leave to taxi my son to school. 

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I keep telling the Universe I just need more time, because I can’t ever get enough. At this point I’m starting to believe the Universe is answering my pleas by waking me up at 2, 3, or 4AM and not letting me go back to sleep. I mean, a girl can get a lot done if she starts working at those hours of the night, but it turns her into a mean ass bitch after a while. I don’t even want to be around me and my mood swings

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Five of the last six GLR meetings with my co-founder (and now also co-eic, because titles are just organizational/patriarchal BS) have been thwarted by this thing and that thing that popped up suddenly and caused us to cancel or reschedule. I’m sitting on the patio at a local wine bar called Corkscrew because I’ll be damned if we miss another fucking meeting. Corkscrew just happens to be the place I met my husband for the first time exactly 3 years ago. Well played Universe. 

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I worked on “stuff” all day to catch up so that I can basically wipe the floor during this meeting and also drink some wine and throw my hands in the air like I just don’t care. I might have shown up 20 minutes early so I could tell the server to cap me at three glasses so I don’t go overboard. I might not have. I might have told my husband he should be on the lookout for a text message from me needing a ride. I might not have. 

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I did get a lot done at 3 and 4 and 5AM before I had to stop and make breakfast. I did not get to reading, signing, or sealing my book contract yet. Because things that are strictly for “me” are always the things that get put off until tomorrow. My tomorrow is already spoken for, by the way, because I’m trying to be a good daughter and both my parents need me more than they ever have. I wonder a little bit if I could pencil them in for 3AM and see how that flies. 

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My “date” is here now. I’ve gotta wrap this and get to the throwing of the hands. 

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The wine (three glasses) didn’t hit me until I was already home. I might have felt a twinge of rebellion running the light at the top of my exit off the West Dodge Expressway. I kept speeding toward the yellow (threatening red) despite the flashing blue and red lights that were stationary and in the lane going the opposite direction I was headed. I continued to focus on the lights as they faded in my rearview, just to be sure that cop car wasn’t threatening to u-turn and head my way. 

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As it turns out, waking at 2AM, being up all day working on the Universe knows what and why, and then drinking wine until 8:30PM is a bad idea. Hell, the bad part of that idea began at 2AM. When I arrived home Jim was in good spirits but he was ready to wind down and go to bed. But I only got 5.8K steps today and I know I’m gonna lose that streak so I’ll be damned if a lose two streaks in the same day. 

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That drive, desire, and unwavering dedication became this. I do hope it’s an enjoyable read.

Peace and Love on March the 3rd, 2021,
~Miss SugarCookie