My friend Tricia always tells me to say what I need to say, no matter what it is and regardless who I need to say it to, because until we give words to what’s in our heart, we don’t mend. Or heal. Or move on. Even if we convince ourselves we have.
My friend Tricia always tells me to say what I need to say, no matter what it is and regardless who I need to say it to, because until we give words to what’s in our heart, we don’t mend. Or heal. Or move on. Even if we convince ourselves we have.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.