Poo in the face

Four weeks ago, I dragged my overstuffed suitcase through a gaggle of hooded smokers to a battered chalet door. Someone barked the code and I clumsily punched it in, falling up the step.

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I quit my dream job

How often do we stop and look at our lives? Can you step back and see it objectively? I tried. I stepped back and saw several things.

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