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Happy Birthday, Dita!

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Happy birthday, HD

My thought of the day

"If you won't grieve me, you won't leave me behind".

Wish I got the chance.
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'Tis here.

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It's a beautiful night.

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The world is full of...

So this is what I get for leaving the apartment-

I walk to get lunch at the corner, and on the way back, a young (coincidentally black) man was coming up the street towards me. I smiled, and he asked "Can I join you?" I laughed (and clutched my keys a little tighter, out of habit) and said "not this time, I got stuff to do!". Even as I said that though, instinct kicked in and I wasn't as scared as I (maybe) should have been. His energy was calm, and kind. He stopped and said, "Well, maybe another time?", to which I replied "You never know!" and smiled again. He stepped a little closer to me, and said, "You are a beautiful and very kind person. Have a great day".

I wondered even as I was wishing him the same, if he said that because a little white girl didn't run from a very fit black man.

His last words are going to stick with me for quite a long time.

Makes me think about "other people", if I was so strikingly "kind" in a single moment of conversation with him. And why in that same moment, I let my little-white-girl guard down and "let him in".

Own it.

I have earned my own existence. There's much yet to come, more power, more passion, more potential. But I own it. It's mine. No one can take it away from me. Now, as I lie here listening to my sleeping love, I realize. I made this come to be. Yes, I'm beyond lucky. But I worked for this. From the moment I was born, I've been fighting. I'll never be anything but a fighter. I'm a survivor. I survived, and now I am here. In my proper place. Whether for five minutes or fifty years. It's mine.

I am master and commander.

What a relief.
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