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"5" Minutes

 Before I start writing my slice, I usually go through and read others that grab my interested. So many of them caught my attention today I can no longer see text on my browser tabs, just a variety of logos for different blogs/blog hosts. It is late (for me) with more to do before I sleep, so I will read those tomorrow morning! Now, to the slice for March 11!

As I walked downstairs, the "cool" air hit me like a refreshing wave. When you work upstairs in an old building, you understand 80 degrees outside is more like 90 degrees inside, especially when you add 26ish bodies to the mix. Into a room filled with light and laughter, and of course excellent snacks. Off to a table I went, settling in for the meeting.

Our entry activity was a Slice! Yay Cindy, I've gotten pretty okay at those :) The timer was set for five minutes and I was ready. Here is the journey:

Title: 5-Minute Timer in a Meeting

5 minutes, GO! My brain swirls so fast I can't isolate thoughts, words, or letters. I try to actively put away my hesitancy. I've done this before, but almost anonymously. This pen writes well, Pilot Friction Ball 07. She's moved the timer! Why are we still thinking about the pen and not letting the words of the day settle and be released?

Bonus: For sharing, I received a gift of Dixon Ticonderoga #2 pencils. If you know, you know 😂


I appreciate the moment to spend with my thoughts and prep for this more widely-shared slice.

On to Thursday!!

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  1. On to Thursday, indeed! My impulsivity pulled a “spring forward” on the timer and kudos to you for noticing! Your slice gives me a chuckle; I appreciate you noticing all the details including the “refreshing wave” of “cool” air. Good luck today!

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