The poor ducks thought I had something to feed them.
I’m flowing through life and trusting it. I’ve made plans for next year. But I’m in this place now, and I don’t know all the answers yet. Or maybe I do, we’ll see.
Sometimes it feels like everything we’ve been through is following us. But it isn’t. Every day is day 0. Nothing carries over, not the weight, not the mistakes, not the fear, unless we bring them with us. I’ve lived through heavy things. I don’t live there anymore. This blog is where I remember that.
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