Last night, I got stuck because my thoughts have trap doors. And I’m fairly certain I’m not the only one who barely escapes their heavily wrapped tendrils and fortified Velcro adhesion. Somewhere, somehow, when the guards let down their guard—just momentarily—I slipped a note through the bars. A question for my future self, a twinge of hope wrapped in barbed wire:
Is it possible to forgive myself?
Going On 40 
I think so. I hope so. Maybe not for all of us though. 🥲
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I hope and think so too. Especially after meditating on it, I know so. 🙂
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