History repeats itself. There’s writing on the wall. We all will claim to have seen it when the shoe falls.

Taking time to be still. Turns out there’s a lot of unanswered questions. Some like flowers waiting to be discovered. Others like a canvas waiting to be filled in.

A dull pain of disappointment. Rehearsing what you’ll say when they apologize. Never receiving the apology. Letting the wound fester. Getting hurt is inevitable, remaining hurt isn’t.

Sharing what you know with others. Your work, your jokes, your hobbies. It’s a piece of yourself that’s shared.

Regardless of doubtChallenge the impossibleOne day the odds turn