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I share a White Spot moment where my daughter turns a five-cent bet into a meal-payment argument.
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I head to the Penticton farmers market for a change of pace and a break from my own mind.
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I admit life feels like a battle and wish I could make a few small wins happen.
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I overhear coffee-shop conversations about Airbnb renter problems during Centre of Gravity weekend.
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I hope that when I wake up, I can still do the thing I thought I would do tonight.
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I overhear pool-deck complaints about cold water and rethink how spoiled Kylie is with one pool.
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I flip chicken fingers and wonder what my ancestors ate when they lacked motivation to cook.
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I start Sunday with a new favourite coffee blend from 49th Parallel.
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I write about feeling drained by people demanding answers, doubts, and nitpicking before I have room to think.
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I start Monday with a 5:30 AM fire alarm and Kylie not going back to bed.
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I wonder why Kylie struggles to wake up for school but gets up early on weekends.
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I wake up with allergies, have a hard day, and try to remember tomorrow can still get better.
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I install Moment to track screen time and feel both anxious and curious about what it will show me.