The Smallest Thing

My imagination is just not up to writing about electrons and protons and neutrons and all that. I am not capable to thinking on that level tonight. I have to be very concrete with this post. The smallest thing near me is a pencil. This pencil is very important to me just now, as I am using it to write the exercises in the workbook for the American Psychological Association (APA) Style Manual. This is a critical workbook since all my papers for graduate school must be written according to APA style. If my papers are not submitted according to the proper style, they will not be accepted. Since I want to do well in graduate school, I take the exercises in this workbook very seriously. I want to do well in graduate school and if a small thing such as a pencil will help me in this process, it becomes a very big thing to me. It may be small in size but it is huge in importance. My little pencil is very special to me.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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