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In pursuit of a perfect world, I try to work out everyday, I make the bed every day. And every night before I go to bed, I clean up the kitchen, I clean up myself, and I pick out clothes for the next day.
But the perfect day eludes me. Each day is mostly OK and some are pretty darn good. There are good hair days, good pants days, good skin days, and pain-free feet days. There are days when conversations between friends are effortless, Continue reading “Cycling through”