I’m just going to keep telling you how much I got done, which I did.
I did the dishes, I did the litter tray, I cleaned out Luna’s secret terrace poop spot 😒
I feel so good, and am also reminded just how all my strokes come from doing, and not being. From the conditional, and not the unconditional.
I probably projected this on to you, but I know most days just knowing you existed was enough.
I hope I can remember through you just being is enough value. The point of life is to just be.
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