I love my life
12:07. I’m sitting at my table. It’s the end of the day. A long one. A fun, productive, and beautiful day. I laughed about 20 times, prayed to G-d, spoke with my family for over an hour, accomplished a lot of important tasks, and took three shits. I couldn’t ask for anything more. As I’m typing this, I notice there’s a lot of white around my room. The walls, table, paintings, and the mirror to my left echo’s the white light. It’s pleasant in a way. It’s not yet familiar because I just moved, ...
I love my life
12:07. I’m sitting at my table. It’s the end of the day. A long one. A fun, productive, and beautiful day. I laughed about 20 times, prayed to G-d, spoke with my family for over an hour, accomplished a lot of important tasks, and took three shits. I couldn’t ask for anything more. As I’m typing this, I notice there’s a lot of white around my room. The walls, table, paintings, and the mirror to my left echo’s the white light. It’s pleasant in a way. It’s not yet familiar because I just moved, ...
