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as a child he stopped singing after his voice changed

he worked as a delivery boy for an Italian restaurant to pay for college

he wanted to study forensic accounting because it sounded like solving puzzles

he graduated high school near the bottom of his class, he didn’t attend the graduation

he is always looking at signs and words and making anagrams or rhymes out of them

at work he brings the same lunch every day: sandwich, carrots and an apple

he has no friends at work

he lives in a cheap apartment on the sketchy side of town 

he drives a beat up car to work, takes the bus when it’s in the shop

he goes to garage and estate sales on the weekend and collects old greeting cards with puns and riddles in them

he fills out the newspaper crossword puzzle in pen

he doesn’t find his job thrilling but he’s good at it

They’re going on an adventure

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love