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Amanda Stein
Amanda Stein
A Day in the Life Entry #1:

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There will be typos, weird punctuation, and grammar errors in this blog because I'm not policing myself as a write. If that drives you nuts, feel free to bounce ✌️

It's Monday, August 24th, 2026.

My day started as good as could be expected.

I meditated, watched the news and weather (my fav old lady habit), and took Mali for a walk. Listening to my current obsession: the Expanded podcast by To Be Magnetic

This particular episode focused on authenticity - my bread and butter. It set me up for a day of calm, focused energy and wild, uninhibited day dreaming. 

It propelled me into this idea. This blog series... a daily, public journal entry that is fully me.

That means I'm giving myself permission to write in a way that is not conventional, that might include a sentence that cuts off midway through. It may sound jarring or awkward. It might sound poetic and flowery. 

I am constantly writing in my head - writing and rewriting and if I keep on that path I think my head miiiiight explode. 

Why not journal privately? 

  1. Simply because I won't. I need a bit of a push - a little, healthy dose of expectation.
  2. It's a practice in "finishing" something - even at 70%, or 50%, or 10%... 
  3. My gut tells me it's the right call. Even if no one reads this, I'm putting that energy "out there".
  4. That said, I hope that someone DOES read it and that it encourages them to do the thing they've been mulling over for years! 

So that's it! My quick introduction to this daily series. 

As many days as I can, I'll include a "write the picture" exercise from the day - which is simply a picture along with a short story or excerpt about the picture. 

Gage Bee Sting

Bee Sting

Last night my youngest son went to play with our neighbors. They had been gone the past week and he missed them. After about 15 minutes of him being over there I get a text from their mom - "I think Gage got stung by a bee on his face." "He's heading home now." 

My brave boy was riding back home, helmet on, zero-tears. 

I could tell it hurt like crazy. He toughed it out - held a washcloth over his eye for 10 minutes and went back about his evening. Lucky for me, I got some extra snuggle time with him. 

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