Fury in the name of
There really is nothing special about me, I know that. But writing me off of not being able to get a 45 is really not in the spirit of People-Centeredness or Humility or Integrity or anything is it?
I don’t know, it’s like the universe is finding all these different ways to tell me how much I am a pathetic waste of space.
My calendar says for today, “Happiness comes from the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed,”
Geez.
