Another day, another year, another opportunity
To become who we were meant to become,
To do what we were born to do,
To breathe, and grow, and hope, and love,
And fill the world with goodness, and light,
And walk the dogs and wash the dishes
And vacuum up the glitter and confetti
And sit and breathe and make lists
Of all the tasks that lie before us.
And all shall be well, and all shall be well,
And all manner of things shall be well.
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