Memories
All doors were off limits. To open one meant terror. To close one meant fear. I left all the memories alone.
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Good photo, but the words were inspiring. Brief and concise. Excellent.
Need to learn to take my own advice. The magnetic pull of reliving glory days, trying to figure out what went wrong, can be both aiding and destructive. Just can’t stop my mind from wandering in the doors. 💙🕊
We all need to learn our own advice.
So true! Time we parent ourselves? I know my kids are doing better than me… 😱🕊🙏🏼
lol