Over the weekend I saw a co-worker's FB status say that he had a mini panic attack when he discovered he had to move. The house he was renting is going on the market in April, so he doesn't have much of a choice.
So I brought him a geode I'd cracked open at the park last weekend to remind him that things might look crappy on the outside, but inside it might turn out beautifully.
A kid I babysat for in high school won a gold metal at the Olympics today. Nothing like that to make you feel old and unaccomplished.
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