Fruits of my labors

When I was 23, I said I had a five year plan to get a dog. I was living in a crazy apartment, leaving all the time to get away. Work was basically the only thing holding me to DC at all, and I didn't want that. I wanted a stable, happy, well-rounded life. And the mythical dog embodied everything that I'd have to have in place to get there.

And then I forgot about the dog plan, and I lived my life. I'd like to think I made good choices and had a future in mind, but really I just focused on day to day life. And magically, the rest of it came into place.

I don't really believe in the whole secret power of positive thought stuff, but something worked here, and I can't claim any part of it.

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