today

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I spent time Saturday morning with a friend who's in a squeeze. Life is ripe. We're equals and have both been through it. Getting the call to be with them is an honour. They've done the same for me. Do you know the place where our conversation ended? Right before we parted ways? Gratitude. For the problems. And the scrabble for solutions.  

One of the beautiful things to come out of the awful pandemic is the culture of mending. We're increasing the beauty of broken, holey things instead of throwing them away. I know of someone who's learning kintsugi. Look at these gorgeous, darned socks. 

It's the same with humans. People change. Learn hard lessons. Shine in new ways.

That includes me. 

​Personal freedom is knowing I am not for everyone. And everyone is not for me.

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Sometimes things line up like magic. I heard this song Tuesday night on a radio program. And today, it's a perfect fit. 

I hope to be
Who I believe in (I know)

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2019