Trying to learn all my new responsibilities at the university feels like wobbling on a tightrope. My mantra for today, in between pangs of anxiety, is ‘one moment at a time. Breath by breath.’
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Hold your head high girl. Your mantra will do the rest. Good luck at the University.
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You have the talent, the commitment (and doggonit people like you).
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it does look slightly frightening from up there. 🙂 but i wonder if you gave us the picture with a different caption if it would feel different: “superwoman surveys the city she keeps safe.” i don’t know. 🙂
you can do it, though. you can.
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You do balanced on the edge beautifully, you’ll be fine.
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You guys are great!
Carolee, I love your suggestion of changing the caption.
Jo, (((hugs))).
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You’re one amazing woman, Christine. Just going there and taking those deep breaths is an accomplishment. You inspire me very much. I know you will excel!
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Your first week is over. Well done! x
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