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Things That Are Difficult

  1. Being on the receiving end of unexpected generosity.
  2. Taking conversations with new friends from the "mid-range" level to the "honestly honest" level.
  3. Knowing how to handle gossip.
  4. Being patient with small children.
  5. Being patient with overgrown children.
  6. Waiting. For pretty much anything.
  7. Going to bed on time.
That is all.

For today.


Aimee said…

My current list of "things that are difficult" would look really similar: 1) Being. (Yeah. Just "being"...) 2) Conversations with new friends. 3) Knowing. (too much, and too little...) 4) Being Patient. 5) Being Patient some more. 6) Waiting. 7) Going to bed on time :)

Love you, friend.
Loni said…
I agree, good list.
to add on...
8. watching others go through pain and not being able to help
9. keeping chocolate in the house and not eating it.
Beth said…

how did i not know that you blog AND that you read my blog!?!?! this has made me extraordinarily happy. i also could add your first item onto my list. as for the chocolate one, i'm surprisingly disciplined on that front.


hearts. hearts, hearts, hearts.
Laura said…
Is there any possibility these overgrown children are of the male persuasion?

And, yes, waiting sucks...especially when it involves overgrown children.

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