About a year ago, my brother's karate instructor was cleaning out some of his classrooms and gave my brother a punching bag. Yesterday, we finally set it up in the garage. This could not have happened at a better time.
Dear self,
All of your unnecessary pent up stress, anger, doubt, fear, jealousy, uncertainty and those stupid weird moods you find yourself in are soon to be obliterated. Meet the punching bag.
Much love,
Courtney.
F'real, though. This is fantastic.
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