Can I really just...choose my life? Choose what I do for fun, what I do for a job, how to love my husband, how to love my children, how to love my church, where to live (within certain bounds), what to buy, what to wear, what to eat, what to read and watch...and how to feel about it all? Is that really true? And if it is, then how could I ever think that bad days are not my fault?
I had such a good burrito today.
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what is a burrito day? And good point!
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