LXXXVIII.

The morning after a really bad night, I am thankful to have a job that asks nothing less from me than to be completely present. I am happy that my morning starts with a girl asking if I saw a boy’s new haircut, with a question about static electricity, with hellos from a few dozen people who see imperfect me as someone who can answer questions and listen to jokes and give hugs. And sometimes all that being present makes me want, even more, to make all the rest of my life special and good and meaningful. It’s hard to explain.

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One Response to “LXXXVIII.”

  1. Various of folks blog about this matter but you wrote down really true words!!

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