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“I can’t be ordinary,” she said fighting back the tears. “I want to live an extraordinary life.”

But what is extraordinary?

I often think it’s the little things that add up everyday.

Wearing what feels good – not blending in with the masses.

Singing at the top of your lungs in the car.

Talking to yourself out loud.

Traveling to distant countries.

Starting your own business.

I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it out.



This extraordinary life.