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what are you having for breakfast?


I'm having Golden Temple Crunchy Corn Muffins and a positive affirmation.

Because nothing matters more than my own joy and the joy of others. I choose my joy, and you choose yours. Just let me know if I'm hurting you somehow and I'll quit.

I choose honesty. Unembellished. Other things I might choose to embellish. I choose to share. Because connection is what my life's about.

Connection and crunchy corn muffins.

Comments

Baby Indie said…
“I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it.”
Wilson Pickett
shy_smiley said…
BPR: how'd you find me? I haven't posted consistently in months and suddenly I get a comment from someone's whose own blog looks muy interesante. I'll keep posting. Will you keep reading?

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