Coming back from a coffee shop with Scotty, we discovered an in interesting addiction. Always being neat. Always being put together. Emotionally, image, reputation among friends, strangers and anyone from whom we might glean some status. And this stops me from taking any risks that might get the uniform dirty. And from helping anyone. Or loving anyone. Or ever winning. And losing, because your afraid of losing. Ironic, huh?
Time to take some risks. And leave behind some forks in the road. And enjoy the risks of taking the other fork.
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