You leaned against it as a kid,
fingers curling through the rusty metal,
watching a friend at bat, or waiting your turn.
It rattled when foul balls hit it.
It hummed slightly when the breeze caught it.
It was battered, old, imperfect — but it stood.
Stoicism
Your foundation doesn’t have to be pretty.
It just has to hold you up when life’s pitches come fast.
The …
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