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Why I'm a #SelfImprovementJunkie


We have to be humans for as long as we live. Inside our bodies. 

That's kind of a crazy idea when I sit and think about it. I have interests, hobbies, things I like to do, stuff I like to research, but above ALL of those things, I have to be a human. 

And do it with other people. 

Why would I NOT be an improvement junkie when for the rest of my life I have to make my crazy reality and everyone else's crazy reality come together and make sense and understand each other? 

This is the very short introduction to a series of posts I'm conceptualizing: #Sh*tIthinkAbout 

That should be the subtitle to this blog.

Cara Writes
sh*t she thinks about

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