How is it that every task takes ten times longer than I think it will… except for the tasks that I most doom-crastinate about, which end up actually taking approximately 2.7 minutes each?
How is it that I feel better now that my ex has a new person, not worse?
How is it that a whole bag from Sam’s Club sat undetected in my garage for more than six months?
How is it that my feminism has not eroded my desire to be thin and young by now?
How is it that the older I get, the more new and raw and I feel?
How is it that the more I live through trouble, the more I’m grateful to past Anne for all the trouble she got me through?
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