Once you’ve survived enough trials, it becomes easier to face a new challenge directly
and bring the dark, musty things into the light.
Arms spread wide to embrace the unknown, knowing you will survive this too.
Knowing in the end you will feel more free and stronger still.
There is beauty in survival.
There is beauty in growing old.
Growing old is the beauty of continuous survival.
A single voice emerges from the distillation of a life.
That is your story, and it has power. Own it.
That’s really beautiful Kat!
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Thank you, B. I’ve been doing some serious “spring cleaning” lately.
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