About a week ago, I was going to post a tale of woe. I had it all written down, all you never wanted to know about how difficult my life is and how I am not who I want to be. And then I remembered a thought I had several weeks ago: I don’t do anything that I don’t actually want or choose to do. Most of the things I do in life are things I love. So it might be an idea to actively start loving them, instead of complaining about them.

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