It’s Not Your Fault
Sitting in Starbucks. Thinking about life. Allowing all of my feelings to come and go. “Angeles” by Elliot Smith just came on in here. It’s like abiding for a few precious moments in Good Will Hunting. And for a few precious moments, I’m overtaken by gratefulness. It won’t last. But in this moment, I’m grateful to feel grateful.
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