My hands are still trembling from doing the exact opposite of what I intended to do. I booked my first solo trip for a week to Tasmania. OH-MY-GOD, YES, I DID!
I just wanna feel real love
Feel the home that I live in
Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste
What now? I just can’t figure it out
What now? I guess I’ll just wait it out
What is meant to be will be — float or drown, it will be, in its own time and course.
We all have a rehearsed set of lines similar to our Facebook or LinkedIn bios. These are usually simple yet exciting enough. It is the story you know they want to hear even if it’s not yours to tell. It is a story of our past, our achievements and talents and outward appearances. It is a story meant for the file, but not the one that bears our soul.
I like my flaws because they make me who I am. I can’t get rid of them but I am going to work on them.
Every person we meet has a role to play in our lives. Some to teach us who we are, and some to teach us who we’re not. This one is to all those friends whose lives crossed paths with mine. We may not still be friends but you’ve made a difference in mine, and I hope I did the same for you.