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I was supposed to work on an outline for a paper tonight.

Instead, I read poetry.

The impetus was a wedding project that involves words.

Normally I would be frustrated with myself for choosing to do a fun wedding project, and procrastinating on a project for school.

But not tonight. Because sometimes the soul needs beautiful words. I didn't know that mine needed that, but it must have, because I feel fuller, richer, lighter.

I do not think that writing my paper outline would have made me feel that way.