Discomfort often drives me to my grandmother’s place. The complexity of my web of thoughts gets slowly disentangled with the lucidity of the conversation.
I’m told there were no life coaches in her times. Just wonder where did she get it all from…
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Life was simpler back then I’m sure. We suffer from mental overload these days.
My forty three!
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Thank you, Keith!
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This resonates 😊.. ❣️
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Glad it does. Thanks!
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