I know you stayed up all night wondering, so I wanted to tell you: I got the splinter out. I sat on my yoga mat, in my yoga clothes, and had my tiny tools for my tiny job. It feels gross to describe (and beyond navel-gazing) This is actually a pretty big deal for me. It made me feel like a little kid who was able to do a big kid job. Do you have anythin…
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