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what if I was a vegan cafe? what if I was a waldorf school? what if I was a farmer in new england? what if like mary in the secret garden I hated sticky plain porridge in a beautiful wide bowl with a large silver spoon until suddenly one day I had gotten enough fresh air and now, I loved it

i used to resent the idea of being fixed, lately what can and cannot be is clearer in the sense of figuring it out one thing at a time and so infuriating and sad! where lighthearted magic can be applied and where i have to yank myself out of it, little messes in between, my work personality

what you say flatly out loud to someone else is sometimes more true than what you say over and over to yourself