Weekends have been my source of liberation and cheap thrills, a gift to myself for all that comes in between the crack of dawn and the moonlit nights. I was asked whether I'm burned out or I'm enjyoing every minute of it. It's a little of both.
It has not been a walk in the park for me, and I count each day that I have braved through the battlefield as a blessing.
And today, I mark my first month on hostile grounds.
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sometimes, you look at yourself in the mirror and see that you've exceeded all your expectations. and that's okay, too. i don't know about you--but you do me absolutely proud. xx.
thankies =) i am taking it one day at a time, not forgetting to stop and to smell the flowers.
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