Journal from an autotelic woman
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AUTOTELIC:are people who see the world entirely differently.Instead of being driven by external forces such as money and prestige,they are motivated by deeper inner rewards.
My heritage as a logophile for a matanoia for deeper inner rewards.Heal your inside with words.
love,
From an autotelic woman.
-S
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