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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Just Thinking...

Every once in a while I have to stop and remind myself to stop worrrying about things that are coming up and just deal with what is on my plate at the moment. I've been having one of those ~~days~~ ~~weeks~~ ~~months~~ ~~years~~ decades and I wish I could manage to spend more time appreciating the present. Even if it's the hard stuff.

As I type this under the glow of the screen on my laptop, I've noticed how the light hits my hand and has made them look old and foreign. How odd. Yet how neat. They look like somebody else's much older hands. It makes me think of self-perception. Inside, I feel the same (in some ways) as I did 10 years ago, but on the outside, do I really look so different? No doubt I do. And maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Posted by Dre at 1:38 AM

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