A color photo of a garden outside the museum of Paris

Today at work through all the busy-ness, I pondered the odds of me being born human, then the odds of me being born in america, then the odds of me being born at time when medical technologies and social awareness allow bodies like mine to exist, then the odds of all my privileges.

I felt enormous gratitude for such an incomprehensible thing as me in this place and time, then felt even greater gratitude that such gratitude works as an antidote to much of my negative thinking.

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