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Sunday

That feeling when you have five drafts in your blog dashboard, but start a new post anyway. 

So, instead of forcing myself to finish one of those five posts, I'm going to share with you some gems I've found around the interwebs over the last few weeks. Enjoy!

There's that famous line from Magnolia ... I'm through with the past. ... Well, the past isn't through with you. And that is exactly what this is. You know, you can say you're through with grief all you want, but grief will let you know when it's done. 

This interview with Patton Oswalt is great, give it a listen. 



Five portions of fruit and veg a day is good for you, but 10 is much better and could prevent up to 7.8 million premature deaths worldwide every year, say scientists.

Guess what? You're still not eating enough fruits and vegetables. 

Trigger's mission to transform anger into social good may be especially welcomed in 2017.

Use all that Twitter rage for something good! 


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