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Random tidbits: at some point my posts began totaling 168 words to the dot and, according to my oldest sister, there are 168 hours in one week (there are, I checked). For me, the past 168 hours have embodied a whirlwind of emotions, from the well of bone-weary sadness, to tears of happiness and pit stops in between. I’ve been let down by those closest to me, and sensed the harrowing chasm between others I adore. And in the midst of it all, I completed the “write a book in 30 days” challenge I issued myself last month, while still participating in a yoga challenge. Bikram and prayer work, but sometimes I wish someone would show up to fix everything that’s not right, or at least tell me what to do. But since that’s not going to happen any time soon, I have to be good to myself, even if it might look selfish. Because there’s only one me.
How do you handle the inevitable “days like this?”
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