NOISE
July 6th, and the fireworks haven’t stopped. It’s 1:30 in the afternoon and Hampton is at my feet. During the day, he isn’t quite as afraid as he is at night, when he shivers and pants. Over the weekend, he woke me several times. So often that when I saw my mother yesterday she asked where I got the black eye. It’s called too little sleep. Hamp crawls under the covers, but won’t lie down. He stays close to my face and his panting, his hot breath, make me start to sweat.
I wonder if he has gotten worse because I was comforting when I first saw how the noise affected him. Or, would he have grown progressively more afraid of the firework noise, anyway?
Jane Glendinning
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I heard something today that woke me up a little. FEAR stands for face everything and recover. Be honest, about everything. For way too long I have used the label of the work I do 9 to 5 to give the impression of a successful person. Since I would rather be writing, having fun making things up, giving the impression that I am an upstanding business person to impress people is a lie. True, I enjoy making a living and will keep this or some other profession to do so. I won't forget that job is to support the work and play I really love.
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