There is no one to blame for the way my life has and is going but me.... and my Kinaalda. Why in the world did I climb up sand dunes, think negative thoughts, and want my sash belt loosened? If I had just carefully avoided obstacles during my runs, would my life be different? Would it be as hard financially, emotionally, physically, etc.? Instead of secretly asking my grandma to make the sash belt not as tight and not to squeeze so hard as she was molding me, should I have been requesting to turn the belt into a corset and put as much pressure on me as allowed by her exhausted hands? They tell you the way things are going to go and you think you know better. Words to those who will think that, that's really the way it goes.
Ugh.
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