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Even when it’s raining — especially in the snow and ice — I thank the [you fill in the blank] that we live here. Where else can we challenge our lungs running in such beauty?
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Recently I've arrived at a good place, understanding the error in my efforts at consistency, and my growing comfortable release of that habit. It is a developing conversation that will surely persist here. Or maybe not, who knows...
Or is it just my age speaking? Because I think about that. Is it possible no matter where we persisted that I might grow to love the place and develop the same gratitude? Maybe all these years I lived without thanks, thoughtlessly expecting pleasant surroundings that for me, maybe within me, never existed.
Nah, this place is dope.