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218. No, that's not the time right now, but it did turn out to be a 'magic number' for me yesterday. You see, that was the Candy Crush level that convinced me to delete the game from my phone and never play it again. What had started out as a fun game had become stressful. I was not looking forward to losing the level, as I kept doing again and again. What had started out as a genuine curiosity to see how many tries it would take before I beat this level turned into the realization that the best I can hope for is to see how close I can get to completion before the inevitable loss. For the first time since I started playing, it looked as though I was going to come to the end of the day without having completed a single level. At the same time, I was not willing to spend even a single penny on booster or power-up options. Call me cheap but the idea of spending money on a mobile game is ludicrous to me, especially when the game itself is free to download. I don't want to be out $3 on power-ups to finish a level that, even then, isn't 'in the bag' even though you have now given yourself these advantages. One of the good things about removing this game is that it left me an empty space on my main menu to download an app that could be more useful. In my case, it is Shazam. As someone who lives for music, having the power to identify millions of songs at a moment's notice is more appealing than having the power to break blocks in a game that essentially never ends and can become as addictive as marijuana. I am reminded of how addicting it is when I feel the urge to pick up my phone, wondering if the timer that awards an extra life every thirty minutes has granted me another opportunity to try and beat the level I was stuck on. It seems the goal of this game is to make money. Though it is technically free, it is free with multiple caveats. The game repeatedly advertises the power-ups and boosters available, and makes a concerted effort to get you to make a purchase. It can be pushy with the advertising, far too much so for my comfort. Though I am weaning myself off this addiction cold turkey, I know I'll be better off for it in the long run. So far, I have been keeping myself distracted with some of my most favorite hobbies, including my writing (naturally), which takes shape not only in the pieces I create but in emails I compose. Having reached out to one person of interest about four times over a six-day stretch, I wonder if I'm becoming excessive. I have always made it a point to maintain a respectful, gracious tone. In the past, I have begun to believe fallacies and make presumptions, manifesting such concepts into reality through the combination of a lack of confidence in myself and a lack of faith in others. Going back to Max Ehrmann's timeless Desiderata, there is one section in particular that is genuinely resonant: "Do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul." Revisiting the site formerly known as Twitter--one that had gone from a platform to share interesting stories, reach out to fascinating people, and celebrate our shared humanity to a toxic wasteland of negativity--I am reminded of the learned lessons that have made me who I am today, the trials and errors I had to endure before I could emerge with a better, healthier state of mind. I am reminded of people I reached out to and inevitably alienated with my neglect, indifference, and in a few cases ignorance. Tempting though it is to reach out and apologize, I have decided to let my past remain in the past. Time heals the wounds. If no more blood is oozing out of those scars, there's no point in reminding them of what had once flowed. I am now the 'Six Million Dollar Cameron'...harder, faster, stronger, more compassionate, and a lot more intelligent. And I'd like to keep it that way. Hearing a bird chirp outside, I am thrilled at how passionate the songs are this morning. Another has come to join in, and they harmonize as though they were preparing for a concert that would be seen by millions around the world. If the birds can be confident, why can't I? If the birds can let go of the past and concentrate on taking flight now and experiencing the world in front of them at this moment, why can't I? There is no reason why we cannot move on as human beings. I have resolved more than once to devote every free moment I have to bettering myself. For me, this betterment has come in the form of developing my understanding of the world at large. For example, I read an article yesterday about a significant Supreme Court decision that maintains access to the abortion pill "mifepristone", the first major case relating to reproductive rights since the reversal of the landmark Roe v. Wade in 2022. Justice Brett Kavanaugh, who wrote the opinion for a court that rendered a unanimous verdict, said that the parties--doctors and anti-abortion groups who had challenged access to the drug--had no standing to sue "simply because others are allowed to engage in certain activities--at least without the plaintiffs demonstrating how they would be injured by the government's alleged under-regulation of others." Though I have always had a moral objection to abortion, I respect the right of women to be able to choose for themselves whether or not it is the right course of action, as every situation is different. The challengers had not presented definitive, compelling evidence which proves beyond a doubt that the pill should be banned. When it comes down to fairness versus feelings, fairness should always win out and fortunately it did here. The 'cool shirt master', like me, is now back in his room and engaged in an extended session of primordial grunts, utterances that are a throwback to the prehistoric days. He is clearly quite enthusiastic about whatever is on his computer screen, and last night must have been exceptionally excited as--and I swear on my life this is true--I saw him wearing a Batman mask when I peeked into his room from the hallway. He had taken it off when I checked on him moments later, but it was one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen. (Then again, I have had my share of strange moments when no one else was around...or at least, when I thought no one else could see me. *ahem*) I am not sure if I will ever catch him wearing it again; if I'm still here by then, October is probably my best bet. With any luck, the Florida Panthers will enter October as world champions; they now find themselves one win away from a Stanley Cup, leading the Edmonton Oilers 3-0 in series play following a 4-3 win on Thursday night (which was not actually that close; they were leading 4-1 before having to fend off a comeback attempt by the Canadians). Saturday will be either a coronation, a bump in the road en route to a championship they have worked long and hard for, or the start of one of the most stunning collapses in the history of professional sports. Though a part of me is hoping to see the Canadians snap their Stanley Cup drought, I hope it doesn't come at the Panthers' expense.