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A Parade of Firsts: Navigating the Tapestry of New Beginnings

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

In the tapestry of my life, the threads of first days stand out as vibrant hues of anticipation, quirkiness, and, at times, unexpected revelations. Having danced through the landscapes of over 23 cities in my life thus far, each first day unfurls a new chapter, a story waiting to be told.

First days at work, like the opening lines of a novel, set the tone for the chapters that follow. One particular initiation stands out – a misguided ascent via the freight elevator. The warmth of embraces and hugs, alien in my world of reserved greetings, marked the surreal welcome. It was a curtain-raiser to a job where camaraderie wore a huggable face.

Then there was the day when, within three hours, the dysfunctions of a workplace unveiled themselves like a well-rehearsed play. A swift realization that this stage wasn’t for me, and the script needed editing. Oftentimes, my first impressions are spot on, signaling a need for an early exit soon thereafter.

On the spectrum of the unusual, my first days have often served as confessional booths. Colleagues, seemingly drawn to an invisible confidante aura, shared dark secrets within hours. A peculiar quality that invites disclosure, yet burdens me with the weight of untold stories, crafting a delicate balance between connection and confidentiality.

Yet, not all first days cast a shadow of secrecy. In one instance, it felt as if a ticker tape parade heralded my arrival. Expectations soared sky-high within mere hours, an unexpected spectacle of optimism that left me both honored and perplexed.

First days, for me, are not just beginnings; they are monumental doorways, heavy with significance. The weightiness adds a layer of meaning, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary. It’s the blend of absurdity and profundity that renders each first day a tale worth sharing.

As I traverse the terrain of new beginnings, I find solace in the charm, wit, and authenticity that define my odd universe. Here’s to more first days, more cities, and more stories waiting to be penned across the canvas of life.

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  1. SMiLes Dear Miriam WHerever i Am
    Every Inhale of Peace Exhale of

    Love is A Never Ending Beginning

    Always STArTinG Never Finishing

    Perhaps The Way the

    Rest of Existence

    Continues ThiS WaY
    Reflecting Above Below
    Within Inside Outside All Around

    Wave Another Drink of Ocean Whole…

    With
    SMiLes
    Dancing
    Singing FLoWinG

    Wave Even More
    Ocean Water Whole..:)

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