Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to give myself a gold star for being ordinary, and maybe one of these days I’ll give myself a gold star for being extraordinary-for persisting. And maybe one day I won’t need to have a star at all.
Startled by growing some more. I thought I was done for awhile. That I’d found level ground and was just going to be required to walk forward for a spell.
A bit shattered. A bit crushed by disappointment. But startled by feeling stronger and more real once again as well. And startled by the knowledge that I still trust, still love, still believe-if not more so now than before. blessed.
I give myself a gold star this week and look forward to the day when they’ll simply be unnecessary:) in love. trish.