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I blame my -- occasional -- paranoia on

one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life: to work and live alone

the dumb decision I made to work and live alone

my highly commendable work ethic.

Two* clients with goals I could not perfect, and I started imagining a long tunnel and three dementors.

*that I'm aware of

Meeting with Mr White Hair went better than I imagined. I even had a suspicion that he wanted to hug me while I was leaving. If I didn't have this reservation about hugging random men over 50, I might have hugged him too.

Here's to dreams and having faith that your work can actually make a difference in someone's life. (I know! I'm surprised too.)

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