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Day Seventeen

someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why

Despite my depression I am very happy with my life. I have an amazing & wonderful husband who I love and adore more than a fat kids loves cake, gorgeous kids who crack me up and make me so proud (even when they fight) a gorgeous mum who provides so much love and support and an awesome group of friends and acquaintances who provide me with love, support, piss-taking, laughter, food, good times and shiggles. All of this makes it hard for me to decide who I would like to swap lives with for a day.


I would like to switch bodies with my husband for a day, I think it would give us a better understanding of each others bodies, and by that I don't JUST mean sex! I mean our aches & pains as well, the way our bodies feel and operate, what it's like to see the world from 192cm / 168cm. Just everything about being the other person.


Sometimes I think I would like to swap places with some fabulously wealthy career woman with an apartment in New York but it doesn't last long, and would my life really be that fabulous anyway? Although I guess being that its only one day... 


I was brought up to believe that everything in life happens for a reason and I guess my views are quite close to Buddhism. I believe each life provides us with lessons and our job is to try and pay enough attention to learn them. So I've never really been one to think the grass is greener on the other side, everyone has their problems and pain, they're just playing a different character, in a different costume. 


Having a penis for a day would be interesting though...

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