Not for me
Terijo
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My daughter and I had a phone conversation along these lines this afternoon. It was the most honest one we’ve had in some time. Afterward, I called he right back to say that I’d had an epiphany: we need to begin a What’s Right With Me correspondence. Because we spoke about how we both tend to take negative inventories of ourselves, and the narrative that you tell yourself can be the one that is perceived as real. Well fuck that shit. The past couple of weeks have finally wrung that out of me.

If you’d like to join us, I’ll give you my email.

Thanks. I needed this.

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