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I've got these days. These days when I'm untouchable and I don't need to prove I'm smart - because it's not about that. These days when I know I'm in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart.

Then there are these other days. These days I'd like to fold corner-to-corner and sit on, perched happily on a problem that keeps kicking my ass.

As sure as it rains in Seattle, I will have these days. I will think deeply and I will listen to Bon Iver. I will breathe in the introspect and be reminded that I am human, that my heart can feel my head, reminding me I'm alive.