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Doug's Fur Ball


Doug's fur ball, he's been shedding quite a lot lately...

Day 4 - Shedding of skin. 

Last night Inka and I talked about how we feel that we've lived several lives. Every time I dive into memory lane, it's like I'm watching a different person and I think that's awesome. One of my greatest fears is, when I'm on my deathbed and look back at how I lived my life, I would see a stagnant one, lived by a routine because it was safe. This is one of my Northern Stars as I live my day to day.


In the past months, I've been shedding skin to some points when it reaches pain. But Id take them any day, I'd do everything all over again, if by some magic I met my Fairy God Mother and she grants me a rewind. 

I've been reminded of the silly choices I've made, like that time when I let a French guy hop onto my motorbike or that time when I missed a flight because I was too irresponsible or that time when I made the first move, or the more times that I didn't make a move, or that time when I texted first or that time when I broke the Bro Code, or that time when I left jobs to test the waters.  

I am a product of all the ideas and experiences I've allowed myself to digest, Dylan Thomas' poem is one that I choose to live by, "Do not go gentle in the good night... Range, range against the dying of the light."
 

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