Today I caught myself thinking negatively again. What a bad housekeeper I am−my baseboards are so dirty. To solve my self-image problem, I decided to clean them.
Afterwards, I did feel better about myself. I realized I’m not a bad housekeeper, just an old one. My back and knees can’t do that job anymore. Next time I’ll use my acquired wisdom and hire a teen.
The Never Ending Gifts 
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