Push hard
I did my best, which, was better than I had anticipated.
I am grateful and so very pleased.
A little more beautiful than I used to be, to boot.
It stings a little, for sure...but this will pass...the need to sting, that is.
Sometimes I don't even recognize myself as I become more like what I was born to.
Life happened and I twisted the plot a bit.
What was that need for drama? Was I running from nothing?
Laughter is a great medicine-when we don't take ourselves so seriously.
But here I am, a little taller and a bit wiser having re-alized what I came knowing.
Push hard, Little Laura. You've got this!
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