Dear neighbor,
I pass by you a couple times a week, me walking my dog, you grooving to what must be awesome tunes in your earbuds and smoking a joint on the sidewalk across from our “smoke-free” apartment campus.
You look so happy and in-the-moment, you dance like you feel the music in your bone marrow, you hold your joint like it’s a ceremonial item, you grin at me as if we’re both in on some delicious secret of life.
I just want to thank you for creating your own joy and radiating it outward in public. Your genuine smile always pulls a genuine smile out of me, too. I see you choosing to throw your own dance party, and I’m reminded that I have that choice, too.
Please keep doing what you’re doing. It brightens my day. Be well and be blessed. That’s all!
–Your neighbor
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