It’s either I change my response or I remain stuck and frustrated. I need to breathe and let the words and language I hear roll off without impact. My guidance is clear: Don’t let the dry, fallen leaves hide the beauty of the tree. We all bloom in our own season. Be respectful of another’s place in their development and erase the expectation you have for them. See them as they are, as we all are, each one of us, just reaching.
February 24, 2007
Reaching
By writesome
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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life.
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