Boy, do we have it good. So good, in fact, that I feel even guiltier about having to carry a sharp stick all of the time. I could have lost my beloved husband to cancer like Laurie. Or, my baby could have been born at 26 weeks like Kari. Or, my sister could have been in a plane crash that burned 80% of her body like C Jane.
I need to count my blessings and get my head out of my ass.
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Learning to take every day as it comes and poke ripples in the water with a sharp stick.
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