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After a fabulous Zumba class Saturday morning, I came home and cooked Asian noodles with shrimp and fish tacos with the fury that comes from being exercise hungry. And then I stopped in to see a house for sale that left me a little disgusted with the prospects of housing out there in the world.

I decided to just stop the madness – seems I’m pushing to a conclusion that doesn’t exist for me yet. So I took a deep breath and came home and hung my laundry out on the clothesline.

Later, in the afternoon, I went to a Vietnamese wedding in Metairie. We walked in late and sat in section that was empty and watched all the pageantry that comes from a religious wedding. The only visible difference between this wedding and any other I’ve been to was the fact that everyone in the church was Vietnamese except me and my friend. I observed silently and thought to myself – the horror – I never want to get married again in my life.

I walked outside after the ceremony and my friend said she had the opposite reaction. She longed to be in that parade. And I remembered my deal with myself – keep my heart open – and thought I would revisit the notion that fear is what you have about experiences that are known.

Early evening, I stepped out with friends to go to Houston’s and we sat in a booth and ate steaks and came home early – 9pm – and then everyone went home to bed. The big night out we had planned for a week was casually dismissed with the weight of our reality.

Late at night, the thunderstorms rolled into town knocking out electricity throughout the city and sending thunderous waves of oh my god underneath my covers and I thought to myself the clothes are still on the clothesline and then I thought when I get up tomorrow morning, I’m cleaning up my life.

Once and for all.

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