At least once a month i remember on some soul level that i have everything that i need and that simply being here is enough. This time it happened on the way home from christmas shopping. The week prior had been freckled with nameless tension and mild worry. The moments since i flipped and rolled and walked away from this collision with mere scratches have been far from that. My mind is clear and knows that my life is good. My heart is grateful and knows that i have been given another gift. One that i will enjoy until i forget again.
I should be good through the new year at least.
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