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12.75 hours into 2010, andI had already given up on counting my blessings. There were too many. I was in my parents’ bathtub, water at 44°C up to my shoulders, watching droplets of cold water as they dripped from the faucet, skidding across the three red goldfish tattooed on my little left foot
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Definitely made me stop and think about my own blessings and love that at least I'm not so selfish as to not realize them, even when complaining (which I do alot).
Also, this is a fabulous piece of writing. Just saying.
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