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Sometimes when I come home after work or get up in the morning, I wander through my apartment and get a warm fuzzy feeling when I look around and see everything in order and clean and organized. There's nothing to stop me from enjoying being in my space, feeling at home. Everything is right and there's nothing to distract me from being happy. Considering that I tend toward being a neat freak these days, I feel this way about my apartment at some point nearly every day.
But every once in a while I also feel that way about my life. I look around, see that all is well, and nothing can hold me back from contentment. Now is one of those times.
But every once in a while I also feel that way about my life. I look around, see that all is well, and nothing can hold me back from contentment. Now is one of those times.