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A second blog. A new look. A fresh start. A new lease. A new voice. A new life.

Change is inevitable, but in it all, it's still... Just me =)

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Reminded

I have to constantly remind myself:

To let not history repeat itself.
To not compromise my values.
To not let emotion cloud my judgements.
That contentment is achievable.
That I need not be the best to be happy.
That I will love again, someday.
That someone will love me, and all of me.
That staying stagnant doesn't complete life.
That all bad things will pass, like everything else.
That there is still, and always, hope.
That I'm not perfect, and that's okay.
That by being still, the heart speaks, in silence.



Today, the heart spoke, and I am, overwhelmed.


- jess -

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