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November 2009 
One hundred twenty one thousand six hundred minutes
michele
How do you measure a year in a life? There isn' t a day or a moment that isn't an anniversary... of a year ago, a decade ago, a century ago. But exactly what does that mean? Nothing? Everything?
What were you doing a year ago? What was your life like? How has it changed? How is it the same? Are you ponderous, confronted, overjoyed, or in angst about the passing of this particular year?
I'm thinking about that. I probably have a little of each, but I wonder if it matters at all. The truth is that I'm here at the computer, typing, listening to the tick of a clock, noticing dog hairs snuggled against my bare foot, bangs in my eyes (I should do something about that!).
A year ago this moment, wow, a year ago this moment... I was talking on the phone with one friend and emailing another. I was frightened beyond any other fear in my life. Everything was shifting... and nothing was shifting. I can relive that in a blink. I can feel the beat of my heart and the heat of my skin.
But I just don't think it matters... one year ago.
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Everything matters. Every second is connected to another second and it all goes back to source. Every phone call, every email matters.
What I wanted to say however is that I saw the musical with this song. It was good. Went with my friends Marc and Jerry. That song was stuck in all our heads for six months. LOL.