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2011-07-20 Wow....almost exactly seven years. Last entry was September of 2004. I'm kind of surprised I remembered the password to this account...and kind of surprised the site is still active. I think I remember hearing at some point that one's life is lived in seven-year phases. Your tastes change every seven years (but I still hate pickles...), your "ugly phases" happen seven years apart (do you ever grow out of that?), and some other important defining moment is marked in sevens. There was a time when seven years seemed like an almost unfathomably long stretch. From seven to fourteen...so many changes. From fourteen to twenty-one...it's like a lifetime. But after that, the seven-year stretches seem closer and far less significant. From twenety-one to twenty-eight I loved and lost, moved across the ocean, struck out on my own, and discovered that my world was a lot bigger than I'd imagined. From twenty-eight to thirty-five I buried the first man who'd ever loved me, dismissed the man I thought might love me forever, watched my country cower in fear, and began to realize that my world was actually pretty small. So I guess by that clock, I'm in the next phase...somewhere between thirty-five and forty-two. Waiting for a revelation. Hoping for a milestone. But knowing the next seven-year stretch is just around the corner.
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