By fall I was ready to try again. A little bruised, a little humbled, and hopefully a little smarter. I believe we write our own stories, and each time we think we know the end, we don’t. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in the peace that comes from knowing that you just can’t know it all. Life is funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.
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Wednesday Feb 22 @ 10:48am
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