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I have written numerous times over the last two years about how Emily June has a knack for saying just the right thing.  When I am questioning a big decision or an outfit or cutting bangs, I often look to her for advice.

So, naturally, last week I asked her what she would think if I were to quit my job and stay home with her.  “We can spend the whole summer together, Em.  Get our chores done and work on a little homework in the morning, spend the afternoons at the pool.  I’ll even be able to help out in your classroom next fall if you want me to.  I’ll never miss a field trip.”

So, I was selling it big time.  Trying to anyway.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at me.  Really looked at me.  “Seriously?  Are you SURE you want to do that?”

To say it was not the reaction I’d hoped for would be putting it mildly.

I don’t usually eat fortune cookies unless it is with a meal, but on Friday before I went to work I needed guidance.  Since I did not get the guidance I had hoped for from my six year old, it seemed wise to seek advice from a mass produced dessert item.   I opened the junk drawer and I fished out a fortune cookie.

It was just what I was looking for.




It is.  My dream is so much bigger than my fear.  I promise.  I finally got to that space in my head where I am ready.  Where there is nothing left to do but walk and walk and walk and eat spicy foods.

And now even my Chinese food fortune cookies are taunting me.

I’d imagined that today I would sleep in and rest.  Watch a movie, maybe.  Work on quilting another baby blanket.  But screw it.  When the fortune cookies are even mocking you… you might as well go to work and file some shit.

Now, to find something to wear that showcases my new cankles and my foul disposition.