As the ceiling fan spins above us, we ate playing on my new birthday gift. My new carpet, with a whole world on it.
And now blocks. Blocks that I always thought were more fun with just me building. But now, all of a sudden, a town is popping up all around me. I can sing a song I love, and then take a deep breath and let go of the fear of loss, and then
I have six hands instead of two. And my town has legos and blocks and police cars and I'm happier than I've ever been.
Letting go brings me happiness.
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