Facing Forward

It’s Not For the Rest of My Life

Aug 22 16

One of the things I love about getting a little bit older is that I am certain no matter what the situation – how wonderful or how awful – it will end at some point.

It makes me enjoy the good moments a little more and offers me comfort when things are awful.

Even my mother was shocked when I left Boston after 16 years.

I especially love the things I can end on my own.

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