It turns out that the results of the mid-term elections are not my personal responsibility, and the earth maintains the ability to travel around the sun without the loving attention of my guiding hand.

I can not determine the behavior of others through the application of focused worrying or resentment.

Life may be a lot like groping your way down a dark hallway at times, but that doesn’t mean I have to run headlong until I crash into a wall. I can use my other senses, like the common one.

Too much will always be too much, even if I say “I got it.”

Not enough will never be enough, even when I say “that’s ok, I’m fine.”

If you break your arm do not eat all the pills they give you, pain is all right, it is there for a reason.

I’m back now.


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