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  1. Katrine
    November 14, 2017 @ 3:43 pm

    Thanks Chris! First time trying one of these and I loved it! It is therapeutic.

    Those were the days of messiness, of bear hugs, of tears and screams and tantrums in the grocery store. Those were the days of wide-eyed excitement over Halloween and Christmas and searches for mermaids and elves and leprechauns – with shoeboxes for traps to lure the little creatures and signs asking neighbours to bring them in for a prize. Those were the days of falling off bikes and scrapes on the knee and being afraid. Worries about throwing up and asking over and over and over “Nobody’s sick right?” Days of pre-school drop-offs and tiny little hands searching for our big ones and grins when we arrived home. Those were the days of being late. For everything. Those were the days of night wakings, even though they were no longer babies. Those were the days of riding a two-wheeler for the first time and plunking on piano keys and dressing up like witches and making fairy dust for the broomstick to fly. Those were the days of short patience. Those were the days of wondering how my life had changed so much, how I’d left my job, days of charting a new course and figuring out how to take care of myself while taking care of everyone else. Those were the days of the leaky roof, the first few greys sprouting in our hair, and the slow, slow, slowness of it all. Those were the days of playdates and haircuts and ponies and dolls that peed and pooed and those were the days of us.

  2. Nicole
    November 14, 2017 @ 8:16 pm

    Thank you so much – I’ve just found Firefly and this is my first time trying this and it’s amazing. I’m so grateful for the gift of writing for 5 minutes!

    Those days were the days I was bathed in simple love and yet the days when should have learned to love myself more simply. The days when these hours spent wondering who I should be would have been better spent simply being who I was. Those were the days of feeling overwhelmed by the many roles to play as a parent, a leader, daughter and partner. The days when every decision felt harder than it should and filled with consequence. And yet, despite these complications, those were also the days of absolute bliss, of love, boundless energy and simple pleasures. Butterfly kisses and Santa Clause. Of healthy parents and crazy little ones. Of wine o’clock and playdates. Those were the days I had longed for. And those were the days if lived frenetically would not be lived wisely. Those were, like all days, precious.

  3. Jacky
    November 18, 2017 @ 2:26 am

    So, that was the day I retired. That was the day I thought – well – I’ve just spent 40 years or so doing more or less useful things that other people wanted done. Now what?

    More than a year and a half gone since. In writing, I may have found something I want to do for myself. Perhaps it’s a phase, maybe a hobby, possibly even a new career – who knows?

    Now what? When I look back on this in 30 years (I’ll be 96!) what will it have become? What will I have become?

  4. Paula
    November 21, 2017 @ 12:09 am

    I just found Firefly while searching the internet for writing resources. I completely connected with your video and immediately joined the mailing list. I am in a happy place here. Thank you for creating it. Here is my first ever one of these things!

    Those were the days of discovery, discovering that I had already discovered her, lost her, and then found her again. But she wasn’t as I remembered. Her appearance had changed a little, darker flesh, smaller stature. Her hair was longer, more unkempt. I was surprised that she didn’t recognize me right away. I wondered if she had dementia or something, but that seemed odd for a woman of 42. Turns out she wasn’t sick at all. Just a little lost; turning and spinning rapidly, thinking she was getting somewhere. All the while the hardwood floor where she stood had faded in a perfect circle. When she knew why I was there, she cried. She fell in my arms and I pulled her away from the hardwood floor.

  5. myra
    November 22, 2017 @ 7:52 am

    Those were the days of a new venture towards calmness. A time when the children had grown up and left the nest. A time when work was work and play was play, without interruptions. I watched my mother grow older, and become so very dependent on all of us. Those were the days of freedom, of new love, of friendship. The days, that we finally met, and became one. All that was left was for us to do, was enjoy life… peacefully and calmly. Those were the days.

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