Feeling (More) Myself
an old photo, empty hands, and letting go
My oldest child gassed me up today. GASSED. ME. If you’ve read my work for any length of time, you know I have been on a journey lately. I went from likening forgiveness to washing my hair (I needed to reread this post — maybe you do, too? — since it’s the end of the year again and it’s time to let some things go)…
…to discovering I have Female Pattern B…
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