Join Me For Coffee?

Know Your Worth; Own Your Life

I would tell you I heard an old song today, 3 Doors Down: When I’m Gone. I’d tell you about the horrendous days I survived during my childhood. I’d probably share the silliness my sister and I got ourselves laughing at, for no reason.

I would tell you reality hit me, hard! I wore my hair down today. I wanted to feel pretty; so, I washed, dried, and straightened it. As I sit here, I look and see tints of silver!! 😳😳 I have no words.

If we were meeting for coffee, I’d tell you about my healing through my grief journey. We all experience grief; some of it just hits harder. I ordered a breathless photo, 18×24 in size, to hang in my room. It’s sudtle enough where I know the value behind it.

I would probably share the joy and somber feeling of my area. The heat…

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