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I peel sweet potatoes. My phone pings. I check it. Messages of pride flood my eyes. I feel loved. I put it down. I peel the sweet potatoes. My dogs sniff my legs. I am distracted, searching and anxious. I feel loved. I peel a previously peeled potato. I stop. I lecture myself. "I focused and worked hard. That’s all I did." I focus on my potatoes. The work gets done. I feel proud. I feel loved.
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Pride and Potatoes
I peel sweet potatoes. My phone pings. I check it. Messages of pride flood my eyes. I feel loved. I put it down. I peel the sweet potatoes. My dogs sniff my legs. I am distracted, searching and anxious. I feel loved. I peel a previously peeled potato. I stop. I lecture myself. "I focused and worked hard. That’s all I did." I focus on my potatoes. The work gets done. I feel proud. I feel loved.
ashleylingy
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32/F/The Island of Misfit Toys
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
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