Shoes on,
off to fill a prescription.
While waiting,
explore the store.
Try lugging a beautiful mop,
With dubious balance,
and one hand.
Nearly miss the ride home,
Nearly, only nearly.
At home the real adventure begins.
And my wood floors look mop-nificent now.
Mopping my own floor,
Brings me the same pride
As my great LSAT score,
As my three-year-old niece’s,
ability to read Little Critter books to me.
What would life be,
without the small victories?
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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