4-5 years ago I was at a crossroads. Instead of going right or left (or bravely forging my own path) I just planted myself on the ground and stared at dirt. Each path grew over.
A lucky, brave few choose the right path because their compass tells them who to love (and how much), what to let go of, and where to find “true north”. My compass just spins.
That’s a word I’ve been seeing a lot. Mostly about being pre-qualified for this or that. You weren’t expecting me to say I was pregnant,...
It was time for me to say my goodbyes to everyone that night. I was the first attendee to leave the intimate birthday gathering so many...
Sunday evening walked up to me and felt more like an acquaintance than a threat. Count that as the first “Sunday night before a workday”...
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