I wish you enough…
love for a lifetime,
joy to help you make it through the storm,
light to make your path clear,
tension to make you try harder,
rest at the end of each day.
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I saw this and thought of you.
You, crippled by self doubt.
You, who thought she’d have it all together by now.
You, with the lofty ambitions, and the dreams that never stop.
You, with the desire so strong it keeps you up at night.
Well, I read this and thought of you.
At some point during 2014, surprise yourself.
Then do it again.
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