at the end of my work day, I had a choice. I had to turn in these reports to a scary manager. Last week, she kept me late at work to tell me how I was doing the reports all wrong. So, I was nervous to sent them to her.

I thought. I will send them seconds before i leave, and then I will dash out the door.

Then I remembered, fear hides and contracts. Love expands. Love would send those reports and be ok with whatever happened.

I sent the reports right after I thought of them as being love.

Small choices. I chose love.

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